Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 182

"Clara, leaving Ferguson Corporation was the best move. I told you, Dylan's not exactly Prince Charming. Maybe he only gave you that promotion because he was interested."

As Simon wrapped up, Quinn burst out laughing. "You really think Dylan's into her?"

Shen even teared up from giggling too hard. "Simon, did I ever mention the time I ran into Dylan? When Clara's name came up, he looked so unimpressed. People even asked him about her, and he said, 'She's not all she's cracked up to be.""

That line, "not all she's cracked up to be," hit hard, especially since Clara's reputation was infamous around the Capital. Everyone knew her as Simon's keen admirer.

Quinn's laughter mellowed a bit, maybe to keep from losing her cool. "But Clara, don't take it too hard. Dylan's like that with all women."

That didn't make Clara feel any better.

The car rolled to a stop outside a flower shop, and Simon pointed it out.

got me flowers here, and we took our graduation photos together. I made you a flower crown, but you

Quinn, noticing her sour look, and

of your uniform to someone special. I wanted

school. A time before Quinn joined

voice was flat as she said, "Sorry, can't recall any of

face as he gripped the steering wheel. "I thought a trip

he finished, Quinn chimed

chest heaved with anger, her

Simon then that he'd just been wedding dress

could feel Quinn's seething resentment. Her anger was like vines creeping through the car, threatening to

pulled up at the Bradford estate, Clara skipped the small talk and headed straight to her room.

hit the nightstand, which

few cards. The handwriting wasn't hers; it was a