Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 352

Clara was feeling better too, but then he asked, "Is there really something between you and your boss, Dylan?"

"No way, we're just too different. I don't have feelings for him, though I do respect his business skills."

After the recent incident, she realized her place more clearly. She used to think she might be a bit different from other women, but that $500,000 check was like a wake-up call, snapping her back to reality.

"Z, my thing with him is strictly business. If you've heard any rumors, they're not true. I'm just focused on making the Bradford Group succeed; otherwise, I wouldn't bother with Mr. Dylan."

The arm around her waist tightened a bit, almost squeezing the air out of her.

She sighed, thinking it was his insecurity flaring up again, feeling like he couldn't compete with Dylan.

She gave his hand a reassuring pat.

That night, they didn't do anything but just held each other and drifted off to sleep.

When Clara woke up, she noticed some snacks on the bedside table and a note he left.

- Until next time.

She smiled, noticing her phone was back too.

sigh, she sent

[Until next time.]

injuries were, she was almost healed after just

Greysen's shares were transferred to him. He must be swamped at

calling Ryan, but he

let go. They hadn't expected her to outsmart Greysen and

gave them

been

know if he's been burning the midnight oil or got

bad

again, but after ten tries, still

his place, knowing the door code. She let herself in and waited on the

startled to see her, and took a few steps

"Clara."

looked him over, not spotting

you haven't been to work in two days. What's going on?

I had to catch up on some coursework. Couldn't miss it, so I spent the past couple

breath of relief and asked, "Greysen hasn't reached

had acted weird when he handed over the shares, and Clara was worried

"No, he hasn't."