To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 372

Not long after the door closed, Elara's phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a text from Zane. It was short: *So I'm a narrow-minded man?*

Elara didn't reply. Imagining him next door, scowling at his phone, she couldn't help but cover her face and burst out laughing.

…

Meanwhile, Fiona returned to Lawrence Manor, her anger still simmering. She immediately summoned her top enforcer, Neil.

"I told you to investigate Ryan. Do you have anything?"

Neil lowered his head. "I have a few leads, but nothing concrete yet."

Fiona slammed her hand on the table. "I've groomed you for years, and you can't even handle something this simple?"

"We can't make a move until we're certain," Neil said, a hint of grievance in his voice. "When we strike, we have to make sure he disappears for good. It's better to be thorough."

Fiona snorted. "He's facing prison time anyway. As long as his birth mother is still out there, she'll come running to my husband for help. When that happens, you'll have your chance to strike first. For now, I have another job for you."

Neil leaned in, listening intently.

"I don't want to see Elara anywhere near Jason again. Find a way to make her 'disappear' for a while. And make it clean."

Neil looked hesitant. "But doesn't the young master need her right now?"

"I want you to stage it so it looks like she left without a word," Fiona said, her tone venomous. "While she's gone, I'll arrange Jason's marriage. By the time she gets back, the position of Young Lady Lawrence will already be filled, and she'll have no choice but to get lost."

Realization dawned on Neil's face. "I understand. I'll get it done."

…

The next morning, Elara was dragged next door.

"I'll tell you when I get back. Don't be mad. And make sure you eat breakfast, too. I have to go."

Zane watched her leave, his eyes darkening almost imperceptibly as her back disappeared through the door.

…

Just like last time, Jason was leaning against his car, looking relaxed and at ease. If Ben hadn't been in the driver's seat, Elara might have thought his memory had returned and he was once again the sharp, unpredictable heir to the Lawrence fortune.

"Did the doctor clear you for discharge?" Elara asked.

The gauze on his forehead was gone, but his eyes seemed to hold something back, warning people not to get too close.

Jason smiled warmly, his gaze sweeping over her slightly tense shoulders. "Who were you with so early?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with a subtle probe.