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.

and we took our graduation photos together. I made you

glanced at Quinn, noticing her sour look, and

then, it was a big deal to give the second button of your uniform to someone special. I wanted yours, but your uniform got stolen, and you had to wear something

joined the Bradford family

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

Simon's face as he gripped the steering wheel. "I thought

as he finished, Quinn

with anger, her face ghostly

Simon then that he'd just

gas, while Clara could feel Quinn's seething resentment. Her anger was like

at the Bradford estate, Clara skipped the small talk and headed straight to her room. There was a spot under her bed she hadn't checked, and she

hit the nightstand, which

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