Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 220

Clara was on a mission to reclaim the Bradford family's project. With billions at stake, it was a significant deal. But the contract was already inked, and there was no turning back for the Bradfords. Ferguson Corporation wouldn't let such a lucrative opportunity slip through their fingers.

Though things had been pretty smooth between her and Dylan lately, Clara knew better than to expect him to scrap the deal for her sake. Exhausted from a sleepless night, she headed to Ferguson Corporation, her fatigue etched on her face.

Once at her desk, she dove into the details of the Bradford project. Johnny had his eyes set on this because the Bradfords held all the cards, with no other companies involved. They planned to build a colossal shopping mall, and right after they bought the land, the Dawson family announced plans for residential complexes nearby, making the mall a no-brainer.

In a twist of fate, the Dawson family's plans boosted the Bradford project. Johnny had snagged the land back then purely by luck. It was worthless at first, but after some savvy moves, it became a hot commodity.

The contract Quinn handed over to Ferguson Corporation had a clause saying that all retail spaces in the mall would be filled by Ferguson brands, at no cost to them. It was a sweet deal, ensuring their brands were everywhere in the mall. However, if the Bradfords didn't build the mall, the clause would be moot.

Quinn's contract was sketchy to start with, and when she tried to fix it the second time, Clara's timely interruption blocked any changes. Clara was thankful for her persistence.

like offering a feast and then wanting to renegotiate.

it over, a message popped up on her phone from the contact with a black avatar, directing her to a hotel room. Feeling restless and not keen to go home, she decided to check

a posh place, rumored to be owned by the Dawson

into the dimly lit room, she was pulled inside and blindfolded with a

Instinctively, Clara wrapped her legs

of urgency. Dazed, she tried to pull away, but he held her firmly in place, stealing her breath

trying to catch her breath. He gently patted her back, occasionally

remove the blindfold, he stopped her, saying, "I don't want you to see

gripping his hair, her mind spinning. His teeth left marks on her calves-sharp, painful, yet somehow intimate. She felt like

clinging like a koala. As she rested against the headboard, he traced the bite marks

skills were impressive, and she wondered where he'd honed them. He was skilled in other ways too. Curious about his face, she reached for the blindfold, but

look? As she tried to comfort him,