Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 159

The subtle tension lingered all the way to the hotel. As Clara stepped out of the car, she quickly moved to assist with the wheelchair, only to run into Johnny at the hotel entrance.

Johnny was there for a business meeting too. When he saw her, he stopped in his tracks and called out, "Clara?"

Clara frowned, wondering how she kept bumping into members of the Bradford family no matter where she went. She wasn't keen on chatting, but Johnny approached her anyway.

Despite his age, Johnny held himself well in front of Dylan, though he was overly polite. "Mr. Dylan, long time no see."

Dylan gave him a brief look and acknowledged him with a simple "Hmm."

Johnny patted Clara's arm, speaking in a reassuring tone. "Knowing Clara is working at Ferguson Corporation gives me peace of mind. Mr. Dylan, you're a man of integrity, who doesn't judge people by their past; everything is based on merit. Clara will definitely make great progress under your guidance. Thank you in advance."

like Johnny was subtly reminding Dylan to let bygones be bygones and not to dwell on past grievances. It was undoubtedly about the incident with Dylan's leg. Clara felt a twinge of awkwardness. Everyone seemed to hint that Dylan's condition was

Mr. Dylan." He then patted Clara's shoulder again. "Work hard with Mr. Dylan. Once you mature a bit more, I'll feel more comfortable involving you in the company's decisions. Clara, it's time

affection for her father. Since she had regained consciousness, he was mostly silent or criticizing her alongside Naomi. He often watched her

been so troublesome before. Unfortunately, she had no memory of

private room door, where their business partners were already waiting. Coincidentally, one of them

such a commanding presence that even seated in a wheelchair, everyone instinctively showed him respect. He nodded, adjusted his wheelchair,

frequently glanced at Clara as the drinks flowed. Clara felt uneasy,

confusion crossed her face, and then he added, "I had the pleasure of seeing you once, about six years ago, at this very hotel with Mr. Dylan. You seemed quite displeased and,

was sipping her tea when she heard this, causing her to spit it out in shock.

napkin, which she instinctively