NovelEnglishChapter 362
By five o'clock the next morning, Clara was already up and about. She got straight to work, organizing all the
strengths and weaknesses of the Bradford Group and sifting through an overwhelming eighty pages of
documents. The deeper she went, the more confident she felt in handling all that information.
She remembered seeing spretty impressive certificates before, sof the toughest to earn in the finance
world. It made her wonder what she had been doing with her life until now. But that thought was fleeting as she
quickly got back to work, sorting the documents. The way things were going with the Bradford Group, they had
maybe two more years to turn things around. If they didn't catch the next big wave in tech, not even a miracle
could save them.
Not long after she settled into the office, Scarlette called.
"Nicholas is gonna be giving a talk at Center College soon. The next five years are gonna be huge for Al, and
there's this genius from Center College that everyone wants to snatch up. Are you thinking about making a
move?" Scarlette asked.
This was right up the Bradford family's alley since they were in electronics. But their sales had been tanking
because they just couldn't keep up with the times. The old-school management kept pushing outdated TVs and
air conditioners, only appealing to the older crowd.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSmart homes were the new trend, and Al was about to explode, with all sorts of robots coming into play. Having
an Al genius on board was like striking gold.
Scarlette added, "Isn't your brother into this stuff?"
Clara's heart sank at the mention of her brother.
Scarlette, realizing she'd touched a nerve, tried to recover quickly. Everyone knew the Bradford family's
situation, and Clara was too famous in their circles. People were just waiting for her to stumble.
"Clara..." Scarlette started, but Clara cut in.
"I'll head over to Center College," Clara replied, her determination rekindled.
Seeing Clara's spark return, Scarlette felt relieved.
With plenty of ton her hands, Clara hung up and drove to Center College. But just as she was getting close,
Dylan's car accidentally bumped into hers.
She was ready to lose her cool and confront the driver, but then she recognized the license plate. Clara froze,
suddenly feeling guilty. Hadn't she promised Dylan a meal after the land deal was sorted out? But then Eden's
had thrown her off, and she'd completely forgotten about it.
Since Dylan was at fault, she was ready to let it slide and get back in her car when his window rolled down.
Caught off guard, she couldn't just ignore him, so she walked over.
"Mr. Dylan, what a coincidence. Heading to Center College too?" she asked.
She had graduated from Center College, but her amnesia meant she couldn't even remember her major.
Dylan looked at her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was holding back something every tthey
made eye contact.
"Yes," he replied with a single word, then asked, "How much?"
He was referring to the car damages.
Clara remembered the five million he had given her before and thought about Eden's nonsense. With a wry
smile, she joked, "Five million."
To her shock, Dylan swiftly wrote out a check and handed it to her so quickly she barely processed it.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone calm, "Is that not enough?"
She couldn't believe that someone like Dylan couldn't tell her car wasn't worth that much. It felt like he was just
playing along.
Not one to pass up an opportunity, she took the check eagerly.
"It's more than enough," she said, knowing she desperately needed the cash.
With the money in hand, she naturally put on a friendlier face. "Mr. Dylan, are you also going to Center College?
How about we grab a bite afterward?"
Both the Greenard and Ferguson family companies supported Center College, so it wasn't a surprise to see Dylan
there with Nicholas giving a talk.
It was unusual for someone as private as Dylan to show up. The media could never even snag an interview with
him.
"Yes," he answered with another single word before his window started to close.
Clara stood there, a bit stunned. Did she just score five million from a quick chat outside her car?
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