Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 319

Ryan was about to argue back like he usually did, but he hesitated, pressing his lips together thoughtfully. "I get it, Clara. Just be careful, okay?"

Greysen was out for Clara's blood now, and there was no telling what illegal tricks he might pull.

Clara had planned on taking a breather, but instead, she found herself heading to the living room, laptop in hand, determined to dig up more on the executive who held seven percent of the company's shares.

Meanwhile, that very executive was kneeling beside a man, trembling with fear. He had no clue who he had crossed or why he was hauled into this nightmare. His legs felt weak, and the room reeked of blood, making his skin crawl with dread. It was like something was choking him, and he couldn't get a word out. Sweat was pouring off his forehead, pooling on the floor below, and he was close to breaking down.

The man sitting across from him hadn't uttered a word, just sat there like a silent devil in the shadows. Earlier that day, Greysen had come to him, and he'd agreed to hand over his shares. But now, terror gripped him. Was this guy here because of Clara? After all, she had been ruthless enough to ruin Jacob's looks.

you're... if you're here for the shares, I'll give them to you. Just let me

but then the man simply said, "Sell to Greysen," and vanished without another word. The oppressive air in the room lifted

he wiped his sweat, his phone buzzed with a call from Clara. He didn't think

a thick stack of proposals she'd worked on all night. If the company followed her vision, the stock prices would skyrocket

trusted him, and he wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with Greysen. He was more of a neutral player. Clara was convinced that

had changed. His life was now tied up with those shares,

he

I'd love for you to check out this company plan. You started from scratch with my father, and I believe you care about the company. Greysen's lost sight of