Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 368

Clara reluctantly got out of the car, still managing to throw in a cheeky remark, "Mr. Dylan, do you still need that

chef?"

The only answer she got was the sharp slam of the car door.

She realized she'd done it again-managed to push the ever-cool Dylan's buttons.

It was almost a skill, really, to annoy someone as composed as Dylan so often.

As Clara walked over, she caught Sarah's eyes glinting with mockery. "I thought you'd be going back with him.

Guess you're not all that after all.”

Clara frowned, turning to face Sarah.

Just a month ago, Sarah was all nerves around her, and now she'd mastered

sarcasm.

"Sarah, has someone been talking to you?"

Sarah scoffed, "What? Worried I'll spill your secrets? You ctojust to mess with me. You introducedto

Dylan, then never set up another meeting, leavingpining for him."

Whoever said it had a point-Clara never took women from humble backgrounds seriously.

To her, Sarah was just a means to an end.

Do the wealthy always get to trample over others' dignity?

Sarah's drastic change only confirmed Clara's suspicion that someone had been feeding her ideas.

As Clara turned to leave, Sarah trailed after her.

"Clara, | won't let this go. | will marry Dylan!"

Clara stopped, unable to hold back.

"I thought you had sself-awareness when | first approached you. | was wrong. You want to marry Dylan?

With what, your non-existent skills? Women who marry into wealth usually have either beauty or brains. You

barely finished high school. Can you even follow when Dylan talks stocks?"

Sarah felt the sting of humiliation, resentment flashing in her eyes as her hand clenched.

This woman, she thought, just wait!

Clara got into her car and drove off, ignoring Sarah completely.

Sarah burned with anger. Why did she have to be trampled by the rich? She had her own dignity!

She immediately pulled out her phone and called Megan.

"I'm in. Whatever it takes to make Clara suffer, I'm game!"

Megan found this amusing.

She smirked as she listened and, after a few moments, gave Sarah an address.

"If you're serious, meethere."

After hanging up, Megan chuckled to herself.

Unlike Quinn, she orchestrated everything without getting her hands dirty, letting others take the fall.

All these women harbored resentment toward Clara. All Megan needed to do was channel that hatred.

By the tClara got home, it was nine in the evening.

She was barely in the hallway when Cole called, confirming the contract was signed.

She sighed in relief; at least one major task was done for the day.

While chatting with him, she opened her door and advised, "Stay connected with Justin. It's crucial he feels a

bond with the company. His potential is immense, and if we hit the Al boom..."

Before she could finish, Cole gently interrupted, "Ms. Bradford, the young master called today. He wants to see

you."

Clara paused at the door, sighing. "Block his number."

Cole was surprised by her decisiveness, "But..."

"Cole, a mistake is a mistake. Whether misled or not, when he chose to hide the Quinn issue fromand

decided to return the two billion to Greysen, he should've known betrayal would bite him back."

At nineteen, he wasn't a child. Staying naive would only lead to bigger problems.

Cole took a deep breath, his demeanor shifting to resolve.

"Ms. Bradford, | understand. Rest assured, I've discussed this with Justin. He's

sharp, and you might not know, he's working with a professor overseas on a hrobot. Once this news breaks,

it'll draw attention."

Clara's eyes lit up, realizing Justin's remarkable restraint-such a significant project, and he hadn't even

mentioned it to her.

When she impulsively promised shares, she had acted on a whim.

Five percent of the shares, even with the Bradford Group's struggles, could easily fetch a billion.

Justin was still a student, maybe genuinely drawn to her sincerity.

This was a promising start.

Clara felt reassured, offered a few more words of advice, and closed the door. As

she reached for the lamp, she felt familiar arms wrap around her waist.

In such a familiar embrace, it could only be Z.

She quickly ended the call, softening her tone, "Why are you here?"

Didn't she tell him to text before visiting?

But she was in a good mood tonight, so she let it slide.

Z rested his head on her shoulder, his voice low, "I missed you, so | came."

She chuckled softly, deciding against turning on the light. Leading him to the couch, she pulled out her phone

and opened a luxury brand's website.

Without looking at him, she closed her eyes and handed Z the phone, "Made five million off my old boss today.

He seemed happy to be the fool. Pick something you want; I'll spoil you with his money."

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