Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 755

The old lady sat up front, watching the city lights slip by, her sigh barely audible over the hum of the car.

"New York's changed so much. The Ferguson Corporation, too," she said softly.

Clara didn't answer that. Instead, she asked, "And if Tara won't let go?"

"She's always listened since she was little. Come on, let's pick her up. We'll go together."

Clara shot her a look. Someone who could leak those kinds of photos-could she really just walk away that easily? Maybe she'd underestimated what people were capable of.

They picked Tara up at six, just as the sun was going down. Tara slid into the back seat, her eyes landing right on Clara behind the wheel. No matter how much Tara might hate her, she didn't show it. She just asked, “Ma'am, are we heading to the temple now?"

The old lady nodded. "Sorry to trouble you both. Tara, I have something I want to discuss with you, too."

Tara's face was all calm respect, not a hint of emotion. "I know. We can talk when we get there."

Clara glimpsed Tara's eyes in the rearview mirror. Their gazes met, both of them unreadable.

up the mountain, Clara's phone

answered. "When are you coming home?" he

be late tonight. Did you remember

bat, Dylan's lips twitched in a faint smile.

back before nine. Just go ahead and

mess at Ferguson Corporation. Still, her voice warmed him

the other two in the

chuckled, "He's so gentle with you. With others, even family, he barely shows a

kept her eyes on

t had nearly driven her mad. Hearing his voice now, so gentle,

known him the

her

evening, dropping hints, but Richard wouldn't budge. He was arrogant, sure, but

eyes locked on Clara's silhouette. If only this woman would just disappear. Why did Clara have to keep

lady was here tonight; she couldn't afford to lose her

was already dark. The old lady didn't make Clara climb the thousand steps; instead, they

stared up at the temple, towering and solemn, the kind of place that almost made you believe in something. But faith had