Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 295

Just then, the group that had been searching for Farrar but found nothing began to gather again.

Farrar, seething with fury, snapped at them, barking out a string of reprimands before finally storming off to his Ferrari and tearing away.

Only then did Victor lower the curtain.

Long before the lawsuit, Victor had investigated Farrar from every angle, and he was almost certain this was the man. But what was Farrar doing here? He was the type who bullied the weak and groveled to the strong—always weighing his options. The only reasonable explanation for his appearance was that, after losing the case, he’d come looking to stir up trouble for Ruby.

But Ruby was still the wife of Veyne & Co.’s CEO. Even Farrar wouldn’t be reckless enough to lay a hand on her.

The three sat in silence, the apartment thick with tension.

“I need to go home,” Ruby finally said, glancing at Victor.

She’d been away for hours already, entangled in this mess, and she’d barely spent any time with Mira lately. Tonight, too, Mira was with the nanny—she couldn’t just stay out forever.

Victor didn’t say much, just nodded in agreement.

“Be careful on your way,” Fanny murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but Ruby caught it.

She turned, flashing a dazzling smile. “Don’t worry.”

Her smile lit up the dingy little apartment, like a jewel glinting in the gloom—suddenly, everything felt a little less bleak.

Victor’s gaze flicked away, suddenly uncertain.

He could sense how eager Ruby was to get home, so he pushed the car to the fastest speed allowed.

They drove in silence. Ruby, with a rare moment to herself, scrolled through the latest news on her phone.

Her brow furrowed as soon as she caught sight of a headline.

Farrar had taken to social media, pouring out his grievances and even tagging the District Court of Quinborough, protesting the verdict.

“Victor brought Ruby along, only to discover the judge is actually close friends with her! Starseek Research Institute blatantly stole our patent design, and yet justice wasn’t served. It’s a slap in the face to all of us researchers who work so hard for innovation!”

He painted himself as the hapless victim, and in no time, the comments section was flooded with sympathy and outrage on his behalf, with many lashing out at Ruby.

“Didn’t you go to Veyne & Co. to hassle Gennifer not long ago? Now you’re blaming everything on Ruby?” one industry insider sneered, never missing a chance for a jab.

Farrar glared at the sudden taunt, mentally running through a list of enemies. But this was social media—everyone had their public persona to maintain.

So he replied, “Veyne & Co. has spoken! Miss Gennifer was dragged down by Ruby! Ruby colluded with the judge, didn’t care about her own sister’s reputation—truly disgraceful!”

The phrase “Veyne & Co. has spoken” instantly sent the drama into overdrive.

For the world, Veyne & Co. weighing in meant they were choosing a side—authority, validation, the final word.

And from Farrar’s tone, it was clear: Veyne & Co. was backing Gennifer.

There had been plenty of rumors about Ruby before, but the company had never openly stood against her—until now.

#MrVeyneBacksGennifer—TheChosenOne!

Victor’s clear voice snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.

“You look pale. Are you alright?”

Ruby glanced up, catching her reflection in the rearview mirror—her face was drained of color, her lips pressed bloodless from worry.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

She shook her head and climbed out of the car.

She was so thin, her steps unsteady, like a willow leaf trembling in the wind, ready to be swept away.

Victor frowned, concern etched across his face.

He couldn’t help but regret ever dragging Ruby into this mess.

With her scent gone from the car, the air felt heavy and stifling. He let out a long sigh, turned the wheel, and drove off.

Meanwhile, Ruby stood at her front door.

The door was open just a crack, and inside she could hear laughter and cheerful voices.

“Mira? Come here, sweetheart.”

It was Gennifer’s voice.