Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 181

Chapter 181

Simon mentioned that she couldn't stand Dylan in the past, but what was the reason behind her disdain? Clara

felt tangled in a web of mysteries. She rested her head on a stack of documents and drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, she was surrounded by the cries of children and a man's demanding voice. The dream was chaotic,

like a flickering impressionist painting. The only thing that stood out was the man's eyes, staring intensely into

hers. Clara jolted awake, feeling utterly drained.

She lifted her head and spotted Eden and Dylan. Eden was as clingy as ever, practically glued to Dylan's side.

Dylan was polite to everyone, but with Eden, he was a bit more indulgent.

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As Eden walked by, she let out a smug snort. Clara feigned ignorance and raised her hand to start her report, but

before she could, Eden returned and splashed a cup of water onto her papers.

Eden leaned on the desk, triumph in her eyes. "Oh, did you hear? My brother went wedding suit shopping with

Quinn today. They're just the cutest couple. | saw you napping earlier-have you been crying for days?"

Already rattled by the unsettling dream, Clara was even more annoyed by the soggy mess in front of her.

Ignoring Clara's visible frustration, Eden grabbed the top document, letting the water seep through the stack.

Clara looked up and, without thinking, slapped the papers onto Eden's head. Eden was stunned, standing there

for a few moments. Water dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes reddened with humiliation. "Do you know who

I am? How dare you?"

She stormed off to Dylan's office, clearly ready to complain. Clar wasn't gonna stick around for the fallout. She

headed straight to the elevator and left Ferguson Corporation. She had no clue how Dylan would react, but right

now, she needed stalone.

Sitting on a bench not far from Ferguson Corporation, she opened a bottle of water, trying to catch her breath.

That's when Simon's car pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing Quinn, dressed to the nines.

Quinn's eyes sparkled with a feigned surprise. "Oh, Clara, why are you sitting here during work hours? Did you

get fired?"

Clara's mood soured further. She feared Quinn might be right; if Eden complained, she could indeed be fired.

Today was just one disaster after another.

Quinn's eyes glinted with amusement. She had long suspected Clara wouldn't last at Ferguson Corporation. She

glanced at the distant building where Dylan was. Since he returned from abroad, she'd rarely crossed paths with

him and only heard about him at gatherings. Her heart raced with ambition until Simon interrupted her thoughts.

"What's on your mind?"

Quinn felt a pang of guilt, scared to reveal her true intentions. But she knew that marrying into the Ferguson

family would give her the opportunities she sought. Given Simon's wavering interest, dreaming of someone as

prestigious as Dylan seemed perfectly reasonable. After all, everyone aims higher.

"Clara, we just finished trying on our wedding attire and are heading back to the Bradford estate. Want a lift?

Simon can drop you off."

Without skipping a beat, Clara slid into the backseat. Quinn offered, so Clara decided to take her up on it,

knowing it would irk her.

As expected, Quinn's expression darkened, her frustration palpable. Simon, however, seemed quite pleased, his

tone noticeably lighter.