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 rang.

you

be late tonight. Did you remember to

right off the bat, Dylan's lips twitched in

be back before nine. Just go ahead and

at Ferguson Corporation. Still, her voice warmed

heat up, especially with the other two

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

on the road

the private. room the way he'd lost control t had nearly driven her mad. Hearing

the longest. But none of that seemed to

ached, especially with her uncle's situation still all over

talk to Richard, and she'd tried, calling him that evening, dropping hints, but Richard wouldn't budge. He was arrogant, sure, but when it came to serious business,

woman would just disappear. Why did Clara have to keep

The old lady was here tonight; she couldn't afford to lose her cool. If she wanted to go after Clara,

hours winding up the mountain, they finally parked beneath the temple. The sky was already dark. The old lady didn't make Clara climb

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