Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 15

Clara knew Dylan was talking about Simon. In all of the Capital, everyone seemed to think everything she did was for Simon. She couldn't defend herself against

such rumors.

"Mr. Dylan, I'm really strapped for cash right now and just need a job. The salary at Ferguson Corporation is decent, and I'm willing to work hard," she explained, hoping to clear the air.

Clara knew that if you were willing to work hard, you'd find no shortage of challenges. This truth wasn't lost on her, but she was determined to join Ferguson Corporation. She wanted answers about Dylan's accident and their shared history.

Dylan, seated in the car, suddenly let out a sardonic smirk. Clara felt a chill-a sign she had unknowingly hit a nerve again. He closed his eyes, his expression a mask of cold indifference. "If you want to come, then start working tomorrow," he said.

Clara's eyes brightened, and she quickly nodded. "Thank you, I'll come in tomorrow to finalize the employment paperwork!" she replied eagerly.

Dylan said nothing as the car window slowly rolled up. Once the car passed through the large iron gates, he addressed Aiden in the front seat. "Don't do this again."

trouble with Simon, and it'll fall on you to sort it out,"

hand lightly on the documents beside him, choosing silence over words. Aiden knew better than to push the subject; his dislike for Clara ran deep enough that he

with Quinn and accompanied her on a spree to buy several designer handbags. He was surprised-usually,

growing, but tonight had been strangely peaceful. He had armed himself with a slew of sarcastic

moment. Simon gently lifted her chin, noticing the mark on her cheek. His

the part of the damsel in distress. "Maybe it'll be gone by tomorrow. Clara's been in a foul mood lately, and

completely out of control! Don't your parents do anything?!"

she threatens to leave. This time, she actually did leave for two days, and my mom's worried sick," Quinn

A family with a daughter like Clara was truly cursed. "Quinn, it's a good thing your family has you. I heard your investment project pulled in more

curved into a small smile. "I own ten percent of the company shares,

finger. You've only been back for five years and you're already managing the projects so