Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 888

Jackson let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. “Forget it. If even you can't do anything, what am I supposed to do? When Dylan digs his heels in, no one can change his mind. All we can do now is wait—and maybe start thinking about his funeral if we just sit here doing nothing."

He hung up without another word.

Richard stared at his phone, a storm of emotions flickering in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Clara drove for a while before pulling over, watching the busy street outside her window. People rushed past, lost in their own lives, making everything feel strangely unreal.

She got out and wandered into a flower shop. After a slow lap around the store, she left empty-handed. Her heart felt hollow. The emptiness was suffocating.

She needed to do something-anything. Sitting around only made her think about everything that had happened lately.

So she drove to Bradford Group.

Ever since Ryan took over, the company had been thriving.

When he spotted Clara in the lobby, his whole face lit up. “Clara!”

He looked like a kid bursting to show off his best grades, immediately handing her two months' worth of project reports. "Look! The company's projects have been doing amazing. By the way, there's a charity gala tonight. You said you were bored, right? Why don't you come? Bring Uno too! I don't think he's ever been to something like this."

Clara thought for a moment and then nodded.

Ryan gave her a quick tour of the cafeteria, and as evening fell, he dragged her off to get a makeover.

Uno wasn't spared either. He ended up in a crisp suit, clearly uncomfortable as he frowned at Clara. "What's this about?"

huge buffet inside-tables and tables of food. You can

up at the mention of

hand, Clara took Uno

with celebrities and familiar faces from all over the city.

food. "Take your time, eat as much

room and

into the buffet like he hadn't

glanced at the buffet. So

looking

belongs to s

He just kept eating, blissfully unaware

was just about to

up and found herself face-to-face

was dressed to the nines, her makeup flawless and her smile sweet—at

and didn't bother to respond,

to being ignored, scowled

In one swift move, she slapped Louella instead. The sound

They all knew exactly who Louella

then an ugly

"You! You..."

cheek, too shocked

whatever she wanted. If she wanted someone to suffer, they suffered. She'd never imagined Clara would

Someone nearby whispered

nervously, "That's Ms. Louella-her