Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 779

She dried her hair, crawled into bed, and didn't wake up until the next morning.

When she got up, Charles had already ordered takeout, so she just sat down and ate with him. But before long, she was out the door to buy groceries and got busy cooking as soon as she got home.

Two hours later, she called Aiden.

Aiden answered, glanced at the man focused on work across the room, and stepped aside to speak quietly.

"Ma'am?"

By then, Clara was already downstairs at the company. She'd been to Ferguson Corporation before-and even covered for Dylan for a few days-so everyone there recognized her.

She asked, "Has Dylan had breakfast yet?"

"No, ma'am. The CEO came in at six this morning."

Clara made a little noise of understanding, grabbed the bag she was carrying, and headed for the elevator. Charles followed her, grumbling.

"All this is for him? I barely got a taste! You're so biased-it's not like he didn't kick you out of Palm Bay."

"Just wait for me downstairs, Charles," Clara said without looking back.

Charles pouted, annoyed that Clara had gotten up early just to make breakfast for her brother-in-law. The smell alone was enough to make his mouth water-at least she'd packed a portion for him too. That made him feel a bit better.

Clara took the elevator up to the top floor.

Everyone there knew her; after all, her reputation for firing people just a few days ago still lingered.

She knocked on the CEO's office door. Dylan's voice came from inside.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open and glanced around-no sign of Aiden.

he saw her, his hands paused

like he wanted

opened the breakfast she'd brought and

you skipped

still open; he was obviously

he got into work mode, everything

up his paperwork, stacked it neatly off to the side, and put chopsticks right into his

"Eat."

moment, like

swung open and someone

Tara.

container too. The moment she saw Clara, her eyes narrowed, and she let out a

"Clara, the

said youerguson family already

are not allowed a

office still hasn't gotten

Ferguson Corporation no

the

walked closer, eyeing the homemade dishes Clara

and sneered.

the way, I've already talked to the Fergusons. From now on, I'll be

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but since she couldn't really cook, she'd brought

about to throw Clara's

"And you are?"

went wide with

Dylan asked who

His face had turned dark and cold-he