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.

was sitting at his desk. When he saw her, his hands paused over his

like he

faster. She opened the breakfast she'd brought and set it

you skipped breakfast. Eat

open; he was obviously still

always been a workaholic-once he got into work mode, everything else

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

"Eat."

stared at her for a long moment, like he

then, the office door swung open and someone else walked

Tara.

The moment she saw Clara, her eyes narrowed, and she

"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 had set in

and sneered.

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

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had wanted to cook herself, but since she couldn't really cook, she'd brought food

out, about to throw Clara's

"And you are?"

eyes went wide with

who you are.

face had