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.

flowers here, and we took our graduation photos together. I made you a flower crown, but you thought it was ugly and got all

look, and couldn't help but

the second button of your uniform to someone special. I wanted yours, but your uniform

Quinn joined the Bradford family when things were less complicated

shut her eyes. Her voice was flat as she said, "Sorry, can't recall any of

as he gripped the steering wheel. "I

finished,

chest heaved with anger, her

then that he'd just

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

headed straight to her room. There was a spot under her bed she hadn't checked, and she hoped

she hit the nightstand, which triggered

of a few cards. The handwriting wasn't