Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 155

"Clara, you know her brother, right? Spill the beans—is it true she was adopted? And is Mr. Dylan into her?"

Clara topped off her cup with a smile. "Honestly, I don't know."

As she was about to leave, she caught some snarky comments floating her way.

"Oh, please. She’s pretending not to know just so she doesn't tick off Eden."

"Exactly! Everyone knows she's still trailing after Eden's brother."

"She’s living her life with no pride, all this for a guy—it's just sad."

Clara paused, turned around with a sweet smile, and eyed them. "Chit-chatting on the clock, huh? Should I let Mr. Dylan know and have him dock your pay?"

Their faces turned white as sheets, and they quickly refilled their cups and scurried off.

Clara was still simmering as she sat at her desk, trying to shake off the irritation. Just then, Eden waltzed out of the office, stopped by Clara's desk, and carelessly knocked her papers to the floor.

Eden stood there like a smug princess, clearly waiting for Clara to react. Clara kept her cool, and Eden's interest fizzled out fast.

"Wow, Simon said you've been standing up for yourself, but you're still just a pushover," Eden sneered, rolling her eyes. "Oh, and by the way, I'm having dinner with Dylan tonight. Just thought I'd mention that your little tricks won't work on Simon or Dylan. You're only good enough to shine the shoes of the Ferguson men."

With that, she strutted off with her head held high. The others whispered among themselves, but Clara ignored them, bending down to gather her scattered papers.