Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 63

Johnny's face lit up with joy. As soon as he hung up the phone, he let out a sigh. "Ryan, you should really take a page out of Quinn's book. She's only been in South Ashford for a week, and they are already calling to shower her with praise."

Ryan smirked. "No surprise there. I always feel like whatever Quinn touches turns to gold."

Johnny chuckled. With Quinn and Ryan poised to take the reins of the company, he could finally kick back and enjoy a well-deserved retirement.

He transferred eight million dollars to Quinn's account as some pocket money, telling her to treat herself.

When Quinn saw the deposit notification, she was a bit taken aback, but soon, a smile crept up her face. It looked like Clara had taken the fall for her again. Well, that served her right.

with nothing but disdain. These country folk worked their whole lives and would never see

she called security to clear

take kindly to being pushed around. They got into it with the security guards, and someone even took a swing

was dealing with a bunch of unruly troublemakers. She let out a scream, immediately diving into Simon's arms. Shards of glass nicked Simon's face. As he held Quinn, he couldn't help but think back to a night with Clara when a big window had suddenly shattered. He'd been frozen in place, and Clara had shielded him without a second thought. Clara had genuinely

was Quinn, using him as a

contrast, but Quinn's sobs brought him back to the moment. "Simon,

her hand, showing a cut, snapping Simon back to

soon arrived to help, escorting them out of the

suggested, "Miss Quinn, Mr. Simon, it might be best for you to head back to the Capital. People are

caused a ruckus, even the police could only do so