Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 756

Tara was gripping the incense so hard it nearly snapped in her hand, her knuckles white with tension.

But everyone else had their eyes closed, lost in prayer-no one saw the storm brewing on her face except maybe Buddha himself.

The old lady's voice broke the silence. “Tara, I promised I'd make it up to you. Maybe that bracelet yesterday wasn't to your taste, but I have three percent of Ferguson Corporation's shares. When I get home tonight, they'll be yours."

Tara froze, barely able to process what she'd heard.

Three percent of Ferguson Corporation? Did she even realize what that meant?

She opened her mouth, still in disbelief. She'd expected some kind of cash settlement, maybe a check, but not actual shares in the company.

If anyone else in the Ferguson family found out, they'd probably go insane with jealousy.

The old lady took a deep breath, eyes still shut. "All these years, the Warren family raised you well because of a promise I made a long time ago. I said you'd become one of us. Your parents passed away young, and I took a liking to you. The Warren family gave you an excellent upbringing. Things just didn't work out with Dylan-maybe it wasn't meant to be. I'm giving you these shares so even if you never rely on the Warrens again, you'll always have a good life.”

Tara's incense snapped in her hand.

She'd never been treated unfairly in the Warren family. Honestly, in families like this, money was just a number-it barely mattered.

When you grow up surrounded by wealth, you don't really get how precious it is.

"My feelings for Dylan have nothing to do with the Ferguson money, ma'am, I—” She felt like she was suffocating, desperate to explain herself before the old lady thought she only cared about the money.

died early that everyone

believe

be with him, what

I love Dylan more than anyone else in this world. If I can't be with him, I don't even want to live.

all this and couldn't help but find it funny. Was Tara clever, or

lives begging for a piece of that, and Tara, an outsider, just got it handed to her. She

life-heck, her kids and grandkids, too. She could spend millions every month and never run out. Why waste all

only sees Dylan's money and power. I'm nothing like you. I told you, I'm the one who loves him most. Clara, I will never give up. All these years of upbringing, all

a heavy sigh. "Tara, listen to me. Just take the

so quickly her chair scraped the floor. She stabbed the

incense was already snapped, and the pieces tumbled to

again, as if praying for forgiveness.

neatly placing her incense in the burner. "It's fine, ma'am. I promised you,

time and put her incense in the burner. "Let's

those shares would be enough for

her head. Tara just

of the hall, marching off in

followed after. The old woman looked around and, not seeing Tara, asked a monk nearby, "The girl who just

direction, and the

wanting to offer a few comforting words, but the old lady seemed lost in her own thoughts, silent