Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Clara had done her homework before coming here. Brushing off the dirty looks from the crowd, she walked right

up to Jackson and took a seat beside him.

"Jackson, you haven't checked out the Ferguson Corporation documents yet. When do you think you'll have time

to go over them? | can totally work around your schedule."

Jackson swirled the wine glass in his hand with a smirk. "Trying to use Dylan to twist my arm? Do you really think

he's got a special thing for you?"

Clara immediately switched to a more respectful tone. "I wouldn't assthat. It's just that Mr. Dylan gave me

this task, and | have to see it through. Otherwise, | can't face him."

Jackson's eyes darkened. If Clara had stepped out of line even a bit, he'd make sure she regretted it. But she was

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slick, not a single word out of place.

He felt a bit irked but then got an idea that made him grin mischievously. "Alright, if you wantto look at the

contract, you've got to kiss the first person who walks through that door."

Clara's brow furrowed, but she understood the stakes. If Jackson wasn't satisfied tonight, the contract would be

stuck in limbo.

Everyone knew she was the go-between with the Dawson family; holding up the project would put her under the

microscope.

“Alright.”

Her quick reply caught Jackson off guard. Didn't she have a boyfriend? Or was that all talk?

With amusement in his eyes, he announced to the room, "You all heard it. For the sake of this contract, Ms. Clara

agreed to kiss whoever walks in first. Get your phones ready; this is a done deal."

He was sure that by the end of the night, snaps of her kissing srandom guy would be all over the place. But

Clara didn't care about the gossip; her focus was on the task at hand.

The room buzzed with whispers again. "Poor guy, whoever he is."

"If he knew Clara would be the one kissing him, he might avoid this place like the plague."

"Get your phones out, this is going to be good."

Everyone was on edge, eyes glued to the door, waiting to see who'd be the unlucky one.

A minute later, the door creaked open, and when they saw the man in the wheelchair with a cool demeanor, they

all hastily tucked their phones away, acting like nothing was amiss.

In this circle, they knew who was untouchable. While Jackson often hung out with them, Dylan never wasted his

twith such frivolities. He only showed up out of respect for Jackson and usually didn't linger.

Nobody dared to treat him differently because of his wheelchair; his presence was commanding wherever he

went.

When Clara saw Dylan, her heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down her spine.

Jackson was taken aback by Dylan's appearance but then chuckled. "Dylan, perfect timing. Clara, looks like the

odds aren't in your favor. Go on."

Dylan, seemingly oblivious to the situation, spoke with a hint of boredom. "What's this about now?"

Jackson downed his drink. "Just sfun. | made a deal with Ms. Clara a minute ago. If she kisses the first

person to walk in, I'll cut her sslack. And guess what, it's you. She's in quite the pickle now."

Calling it a pickle was putting it lightly. Clara's face screamed "I'm in deep trouble." She certainly wasn't going to

risk kissing Dylan, especially knowing how he operates. Keeping her distance seemed like the safest bet.