Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 361

The meeting dragged on until ten at night, leaving everyone completely drained. Even Clara admitted that what Bradford Group desperately needed were

profitable projects. Without them, the company would just keep limping along until it finally went under.

After all, there were thousands of employees depending on them, with huge monthly expenses. Once the money dried up, bankruptcy was inevitable.

When Clara finally got home, her eyes felt gritty, and she was beyond exhausted. All she wanted was to collapse into bed and sleep.

What Clara didn't realize was that someone had already set out in the dead of night to find Naomi.

After Johnny's funeral, Naomi had retreated to a secluded convent. It was a four- hour drive from the city, and someone had driven through the night, twisting the truth with every mile.

"Your beloved son was led astray by her," the visitor claimed. "All those loyal executives who stood by Johnny were fired. Don't you want to fight for justice? Don't you want to see your son, who's been through so much?"

Naomi clutched her prayer beads, eyes closed, reciting her prayers. The visitor's tone remained calm and deliberate.

believe you. If you tell everyone that Clara did all this out of greed for the Bradford fortune, then Ryan could be

murmuring her prayers, hands clasped, undisturbed by the

I've been talking for ages, and you haven't even

coarse clothes. When Johnny was alive, he spoiled her with designer clothes and fine dining. They

than anything. Now that he was gone, life felt pointless. And after seeing Quinn's true colors, she couldn't tell

some incense, bowed with respect, and

was foolish, blinded by my own biases, forgetting Clara is my daughter too. Our estrangement is my fault. I tried to make her life hard to make up for neglecting Quinn. But

as if she'd

grew anxious. "Don't you care about your son? Ryan is confined, and

he did was wrong. He should face the consequences. I know my son; if he felt wronged, he would crawl here to

at a loss for words, grew angry and knocked

when you lose your son too, you'll regret

unshaken, continuing her prayers, beads

late-night visitor was Megan. Overcome with anger, she stormed

she was about to leave the hall, Naomi's voice called out