Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 347

The stock signing was scheduled for the next day, and Ryan was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, chatting non-stop around Clara. She kept her cool, though, staying a bit distant until she was sure every last share Greysen had was now in Ryan's name. Only then did she relax, letting Ryan send the money back.

Once everything was wrapped up, Ryan even went out of his way to say goodbye to Greysen before he left. "Greysen, best of luck in the future," he said.

Greysen flashed a fake smile, giving Ryan a pat on the shoulder. "Your dad would be proud. Keep the company on track, and it's bound to thrive under your leadership."

Ryan nodded, watching the car pull away before turning back to Clara. "Clara!" he called, his face lighting up with admiration. "How did you pull it off? You're incredible!"

Clara looked at his sincere face and playfully ruffled his hair. She knew Greysen probably had some tricks hidden up his sleeve, but she wasn't sure what they might be yet.

Ryan, still buzzing with energy, asked as they headed home, "You've been with your boyfriend for ages now. Don't you think it's time I meet him? I am your only brother, after all!"

Clara sat in the passenger seat, her mind wandering, but she still reminded him, "Be careful with whatever you do next. I'll have Cole keep an eye on things. He's reliable, so don't hesitate to ask him if you need help."

She was cautiously optimistic. Back when Johnny was around, he'd hoped that one piece of land would save the company, but now it was just dead weight. She needed to find new ways to secure business for the struggling company.

her words. "I know,

this, his phone rang. It was Quinn. Startled, he quickly turned

panic, frowning slightly. "Who was that?" she

some online courses, but there are a lot of group projects I need to

was starting to bead on his forehead. Just as he braced himself for Clara to call him out, she simply said, "You'll

what kind of person would he become? Clara

she spotted a familiar figure it was someone from the Ferguson family. Her heart

expected, the bodyguards approached politely. "Ms.

wanted to see her again. Her brow furrowed as she followed them to

what Walter wanted this time, but she hoped Dylan would head to the Ferguson family soon. But after about twenty minutes on

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Eden? So it was Eden. Eden was obsessed with

her lashes, discreetly slipping a nail from the car floor into her pocket. They arrived at a villa perched on

her arms, leading her into a room. Inside, Eden sat in the center, dressed to the