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!"

her injury, Eden's eyes burned with hatred as she glared at Clara. No, it wouldn't stop at firing. She'd use

one last venomous look at Clara and stormed out,

by her boldness in standing up to Eden. Silence reigned in the

summoned to Dylan's office, she braced for a firing. But

soaked state, he frowned, coughing slightly before asking,

Clara kept her silence.

wheeled closer, trying to take her hand to inspect a bleeding cut

pulled her hand away, asking,

paused mid-air, his gaze

did you handle the Bradford

flickered, momentarily broken, before he softly

just being

coughing again, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, his cheeks flushed, his lashes lowered, avoiding her

is it or isn't it? Just answer