Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 33

In the morning, Clara whipped up some breakfast before heading out. The house was now entirely hers, and she no longer had to grovel to the Bradford family. With a hefty four million dollars sitting comfortably in her savings, she wouldn't have to beg for a mere twenty thousand in medical bills anymore.

Thinking about those bills, she quickly dug up Dylan's number and sent him a friend request on Messenger. But by lunchtime, she still hadn't heard back, so she shot him a text instead.

Clara: [Mr. Dylan, I still owe you two thousand dollars. Mind if I add you on Messenger?]

No surprise, Dylan stayed silent. The guy was always so distant.

Clara was at her desk when Jade strolled over, dropping a project contract in front of her.

"You've got to personally handle the rural development project in South Ashford. Pack up and head out now. If you can't take the heat, feel free to quit. Honestly, the department wouldn't really miss you."

The rest of the team practically exhaled relief when they heard Clara got the assignment. South Ashford was dirt poor, and since it was a government project, there was no money to be made. The supposed prestige was pointless. Anyone who could get into Ferguson Corporation didn't need it.

This was purely a tough gig.

Everyone was visibly cheerful and started throwing fake congratulations her way.

see

a shot, but we never get

already promised Dylan she'd handle the South Ashford project, but the backhanded compliments

keen to go, I can talk to Mr. Dylan right now. He did say I could pick an assistant, so

them up, and their faces turned a mix

up, grabbed the project documents, and made her way to the top floor. Jade wasn't a fan and hadn't given her much to go on, so she was

up there, she ran into

frowned at

info

isn't seeing

and leave soon. I at least

didn't even blink at her

Since waking up

be different from the others

an isolated island; no one wanted

“Alright, I'll go