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.

until she turned and spotted Dylan and a group

earlier comment was loud enough for

her a quick look, his eyes scanning her face, and said simply, "You'll

breath, holding her ground,

his soft chuckle, so faint that a few of the higher-ups glanced her way,

from HR about her raise. Dylan was known

felt a

she saw Quinn walk

the 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

it, figuring with Clara

to do whatever, even if it meant

made Quinn blurt out, "How are you still

voice wavered, her expression flipping like a

makeup. With Simon out of the

gathered herself, tears springing to her eyes. "Since you're alive, why haven't you reached

until a senior exec gently nudged her, "Ms. Bradford, let's focus