Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 279

The mansion was a blazing inferno, with smoke spiraling into the night sky as the distant wails of firetruck sirens cut through the chaos. Naomi collapsed to the ground, disbelief clouding her vision. She clutched Ryan's shoulders, her voice laced with desperation. "What are you saying? What do you mean?"

Ryan's face was smeared with ash, his eyes devoid of their usual sparkle. "Dad's still inside. The fire started in his room... It's too late... There's no saving him..."

In a frantic rush, Naomi tried to dash into the blaze, only to be scorched by a sudden flare that licked her arm. Tears streamed down her face from the heat and smoke, yet she pushed on, determined to reach him.

Clara sprinted over, yanking Naomi away from the blaze. "Let me go! Let me go! Johnny!!" Naomi struggled fiercely, her nails leaving angry marks on Clara's skin.

Clara, having no other choice, raised her hand and knocked Naomi unconscious. As Naomi went limp, Clara dragged her over to Ryan, who was still in tears, no longer resembling the composed heir he usually was.

"Clara, sobbing..." Ryan cried out, his voice a broken whisper.

Clara, unable to bear his helplessness, slapped him hard. "Stop it! Crying won't solve anything. Think about who could've started this fire. The Bradford family's company needs you now."

with soot, his tears carving clean tracks down his

wearing thin, her temples throbbing with frustration, but she resisted the urge to shove him away.

dawn, leaving only charred ruins in its wake. Clara's clothes were singed, and she looked

last resting place was impossible; everything was reduced to soot and ruins. Clara sifted through

blaze. Clara, spotting Ryan sitting dazedly in the distance, hurried

Clara pulled Ryan to his feet.

will handle the investigation. There's a tough road ahead, but Dad transferred some shares to me... I'll prepare a transfer agreement. You're going to be the

care, felt the weight of responsibility for the

He built it from nothing. It's not time to sell. I'll pave the way for you, give

intimidated by her intensity,

sent Ryan to clean up, handing

her hair still damp as she emerged. Just then, the doorbell rang-it was

Johnny's loyal and efficient aide, known for his silence and speed.