Chapter 375
Ryan gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain, as he hurriedly settled into a nearby chair and laid out the stack
of books neatly in front of him. There were over a dozen of them, each one hefty and packed with real-life
business case studies. Sarah had clearly put a lot of effort into picking them out. She was planning to marry
Ryan someday, after all, and the better he did, the better her life would be.
"I'll read them all thoroughly. If | finish these, will Clara agree to meet me?" Ryan asked, hopeful.
It would take him at least six months to get through them, and by then, Clara might just be ready to see him.
"That's what she said. She also mentioned not to let her down."
Ryan took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes. "I won't let her down!"
For the next three days, Sarah visited Ryan daily. Since Clara hadn't called and no one reached out to her, the
staff assumed Sarah was sent by Clara and didn't interfere. All Sarah did was chat with Ryan, but spending so
much ttogether could easily lead to feelings developing, especially with Ryan not yet twenty.
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Clara had a straightforward plan: she wanted Ryan to learn his lesson. She planned to see him again when he
turned twenty. Ryan diligently worked through the books each day, grateful for Sarah's company. Whenever he
struggled with pain, Sarah encouraged him, reminding him that Clara wouldn't want to see him give up. Those
words carried him through countless tough moments.
Meanwhile, Clara was genuinely busy. After finalizing investment details with Kaitlyn, she began exploring
partnerships with other companies. What she didn't expect was a call from Dylan.
"Need sbusiness?"
His tone was calm, but she knew he wasn't just making small talk. If Dylan threw even a small deal her way, it
would sustain the Bradford family for a decade.
"Yes, Mr. Dylan, are you offering charity?"
After a pause, Dylan replied, "Seven o'clock, at Moonlight."
Clara's eyes brightened, nodding eagerly. "Should | prepare anything?"
"No need." And with that, he hung up, not wasting a second more.
Clara felt a twinge of being disliked. Was Dylan still upset about their last encounter? She quickly applied light
makeup and headed to the mall to find a gift. It couldn't be cheap, and a watch was out of the question-too
common for someone of his stature. She picked out a pair of silver-blue cufflinks for twenty thousand dollars, top
quality for cufflinks.
After making her purchase, she noticed a small stand nearby selling red beans processed to last without spoiling.
They had thin strings for making jewelry, and Clara was immediately intrigued. She crouched down, selecting
beans carefully, holding each to the sunlight to check for blemishes.
Once satisfied, she followed the vendor's instructions to string them with a
delicate red cord. It was a painstaking task, but she thought Z would appreciate it. After finishing one string, she
picked more beans to make a matching set for herself.
As she worked on the second string, footsteps approached from behind. She ignored them until she heard
Jackson's mocking voice.
"Isn't that you, Clara? Has the Bradford family fallen so low you're selling red beans outside a luxury store?"
Clara frowned, turning to see Jackson, and not far off, Dylan. They were there for a joint venture between the
Ferguson and Dawson families. Jackson was
surprised; usually, Aiden accompanied Dylan, but not today.
He couldn't resist taking a jab at Clara. Seeing her without doing so felt incomplete. Clara was crouched with red
beans looped around her finger.
Jackson snatched them up, tossing them lightly.
"Who's the lucky recipient of this cheap trinket?”
Clara took a deep breath, stood, and snatched it back. "Jackson, that's enough."
Dylan's voice cut through the tension. "That's enough."
Jackson shrugged, snorted, and turned back to Dylan. As they walked into the mall, he couldn't help but
comment, "She's really planning to gift that? If any woman gavesomething like that, I'd toss it out. It's just
so tacky."
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