Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 280

As Clara slipped into her car seat, she felt utterly drained. A sleepless night coupled with a hectic morning had left her mind in a haze. She couldn't shake the question swirling in her head: Who was responsible for the fire? Could it be Dylan?

Just hours after Quinn had stirred the pot with Dylan, the Bradford family was caught in a disaster, which made Dylan a prime suspect. Yet, Clara had crossed paths with Dylan before without incident, and he never seemed the type to hold a grudge.

Massaging her temples, she reconsidered. Perhaps Quinn had pushed Dylan too far this time. After all, Dylan had brought a gun into the mix, so suspicion still lingered.

Driving to Ferguson Corporation, Clara's thoughts were a tangled mess. It wasn't until she settled at her desk that the world seemed to spin, prompting her to rest her head for a moment. But just as she was drifting off, a cold splash jolted her awake, soaking her and her desk.

Looking up, she met Eden's smug gaze. Eden, with a triumphant grin, clutched a bucket she had snatched from a janitor. "Clara, I warned you. Every time I see you, I'll make you pay. Either quit and vanish forever, or deal with this."

Clara caught the snickers from her coworkers, as if they were amused by her misfortune of crossing the office diva. Wiping her face, Clara forced a smile. "Feeling better, Ms. Eden?"

Eden's face contorted with anger as she raised the bucket to strike. This girl had the nerve to taunt her! Clara had landed her in the hospital, and today was payback time. But before the bucket could come down, Clara grabbed Eden's wrist and threw a potted plant at her head.

Eden, still not fully recovered from her hospital stay, went down as darkness closed in. "Clara! I'll make sure Dylan fires you today!"

eyes burned with hatred as she glared at Clara. No, it wouldn't stop

at Clara and stormed out, not bothering

her desk. Her colleagues were stunned by her boldness in standing up to Eden.

office, she braced for a firing. But

frowned,

Clara kept her silence.

take her hand to

away, asking,

mid-air, his gaze shifting

did you handle the Bradford

he softly asked, "Do you

being

coughing again, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, his cheeks

pressed on. "Mr. Dylan, is it