Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 44

Clara was slumped in a chair inside the tent, her leg stretched out straight because of the swelling-it just wouldn't bend. She needed to get back to the guesthouse pronto to slap some ointment on it.

As she listened to the liaison, her fingers brushed over her wound. There was still a pesky little pebble stuck in her knee. Its sharp edges made her squirm. She was looking pretty pale, having been drenched in rain all night, and now she had a slight fever.

The liaison avoided looking her in the eye. Clara knew all too well that this person was in cahoots with the fruit supplier.

She had over two thousand orders on the line. If they all got canceled, the fallout wouldn't just hit her-it'd ripple through the whole streaming company, which was a part of the Ferguson Corporation. Inevitably, it would end up affecting Ferguson Corporation itself, and all the chaos would land right at her feet.

Quinn had played a nasty game, cutting off Clara's resources like that. No wonder she was so chill in the live stream earlier, despite the awkwardness—she had her escape plan all mapped out.

cash to outdo Clara, and Clara knew she couldn't win in a money fight; she'd crash and

breath and faced the

get by, and they care more about the money they have. Miss Quinn is super generous and talks so sweetly. It's hard not to like her. Last

seemed to have found their voice and was speaking with newfound

now? They just brushed her and

let loose

rage. "Clara, why are you so calm? We've got over a thousand orders stuck. Aren't

would probably blow up online, trashing her reputation. Clara's reputation in the Capital was already in the mud. If the whole country turned against

a fight with the liaison wasn't going to fix things. "Addison, let's just