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."

to dwell on past grievances. It was

you from your meeting, 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 you

didn't have much affection for her father. Since she had regained consciousness, he was mostly silent or criticizing her alongside Naomi. He often watched her with those pained,

parent's perspective, she could understand Johnny's attitude if she had really been so troublesome before. Unfortunately, she had no memory of any of it, leaving her feeling momentarily

behind Dylan, desperately wanting to ask about his leg, but couldn't bring herself to do it. They reached the private room door, where their business partners were already waiting.

instinctively showed him respect. He nodded, adjusted his wheelchair, and the

business partner, a rotund middle-aged man in a suit, frequently glanced at Clara as the drinks flowed. Clara felt uneasy, and before she could say anything, the

the pleasure of seeing you once, about six years ago, at this very hotel with Mr. Dylan. You seemed quite displeased and, if I recall correctly, slapped Mr.

her tea when she heard this, causing her to spit it out in shock. She looked at the man

offered her a napkin, which she instinctively