Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 211

The mysterious man's voice lingered like a whispering breeze, "Just hang on a bit. You haven't seen the whole of me yet, and I'm not ready to meet you like this."

When Clara woke up, the room swirled around her. She felt like she was on a rollercoaster, her head heavy and her feet unsteady.

First things first, she called Calix to check on things over there. Once she heard that everything was under control, she let out a sigh of relief.

Then she tackled the main issue: seeing if Hugh could be moved somewhere else.

Calix paused for a moment before saying, "The folks from Ferguson Corporation stopped by this morning. I agreed to transfer Hugh to a bigger hospital. Honestly, the only reason he stayed here this long was because of you."

Clara felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.

When she arrived at Ferguson Corporation, she caught wind of the top-floor chatter about the project. Someone threw out a snide comment, "Clara always lands on her feet. She can make anything work."

"Well, she's got the looks. Being pretty is her trump card," another added with a smirk.

Clara couldn't help but laugh. She rapped her knuckles on the desk in front of her, "Sure, beauty's a nice card to have, but you need more than that. My success is thanks to my wide network and high IQ."

Her colleague was caught off guard by her candidness, turning beet red. The rest of the room quickly went back to their tasks, avoiding eye contact.

turned and spotted

comment was loud

look, his eyes scanning her face,

took a deep breath, holding her ground, "Thank

moved on, she caught his soft chuckle, so

official notice from HR about her raise. Dylan was

a

saw Quinn walk into Ferguson Corporation. Her good mood evaporated

top floor before, but the look on her face when she

in, so Quinn didn't know Clara wasn't dead. She only knew Simon had been swamped lately, barely sparing her a

it, figuring with Clara supposedly gone,

rein to do whatever, even if it meant bringing in some

Quinn blurt out, "How are you still

expression flipping like

was taken aback by Quinn's perfectly done makeup. With Simon out of the office

to her eyes. "Since you're alive, why haven't you reached out to the Bradford family? Everyone's been

exec gently nudged her, "Ms. Bradford, let's focus on the