Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 742

Clara had already arrived at Ferguson Corporation. Aiden was behind the wheel up front, and Charles—who absolutely refused to stay behind—was lounging in the back seat.

As they got out, Clara turned to Charles and said, "Hey, could you check out where that explosion happened last night? If you hear anything, let me know, okay?"

Charles thumped his chest, grinning. "Don't worry, sis! I'm keeping an eye on the trending topics, too. I'll handle Mr. Schwaderer for you and dig into that explosion. You can count on me! Just focus on your work... but, uh, when you're off, can we hang out?"

Clara looked into his clear, eager eyes. For a moment, she felt something almost surreal—a real, bone-deep trust that only comes from family. Since losing her memory, she hadn't felt a connection like that with anyone.

She nodded, then followed Aiden up to the top floor of Ferguson Corporation.

She'd been here once before, but back then everyone thought she was just a caretaker Dylan had hired. Now, seeing Aiden following her with such respect, people couldn't help whispering.

"Isn't that Clara? Why is Aiden being so formal with her?"

"Is the CEO not coming in today?"

While the gossip simmered, Clara walked straight into the CEO's office. Through the slowly closing door, everyone caught a glimpse of her sitting in the CEO's chair.

Instantly, the executive floor exploded with chatter. The office group chat was blowing up.

"Does anyone know what's going on? Clara's in the CEO's seat, the CEO's not here, and Aiden's acting like her assistant!"

so weird. Who knows the real story?

Conlan knew what was

strode toward the CEO's office, a group of senior managers trailing behind. Most of them

call her Mrs. CEO, but thought better of it. "Ms. Clara, these are the documents for today that

took the papers, scanned them for a few minutes, and signed her name in

any longer. "Where's the CEO? Aiden, are you really just going to let

for a month. All company business will be

would be

my team. Now that

as she slammed a folder onto Clara's desk. "Fine.

quietly, not surprised Clara was getting pushback, but he hadn't expected it to happen so fast. Aliyah was never one to read the room,

the documents, her brow

impressive, but everyone knows you and Simon were close.

in, but

million dollars for a storefront sign? There isn't a single sign in the country

I remember right, when Ferguson commissioned our famous logo, the top design team only charged a million. So, Aliyah, are you trying to pocket some extra cash while Mr.

pale,

bottom, never imagining Clara would spot it after just