Ryan felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean, Quinn? Don't mess with me like that. What happened to Clara?"
Quinn covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, but she turned away to hide the glint of amusement in her eyes.
Ryan tried to get out of bed, noticing his father, Johnny, also had a strange expression. A wave of dizziness washed over him. Did something happened to Clara? He vaguely remembered telling someone to save Clara when he was rescued, but who was it? Back then, his mind was so foggy, that he couldn't remember their face. He rubbed his aching head, but the memory remained elusive.
Over the next couple of days, Quinn efficiently managed the Bradford household, making sure Ryan got nourishing soups every day. But Ryan's spirits were low, and he lost five pounds in no time. Johnny wasn't himself either, taking time off to recuperate and leaving all company matters to Quinn.
As Quinn walked through the company, everyone paused to greet her, "Ms. Bradford." She had been given the authority of acting CEO, and was able to make decisions on all major projects.
She sat in the executive chair and gazed at the towering building in the distance, her heart swelling with ambition.
That building belonged to Ferguson Corporation. Dylan was indeed a force to be reckoned with. The media once reported that from the top of the Ferguson Corporation building, all you could see was Ferguson property, which was a testament to Dylan's numerous successful acquisitions.
She spinning in the luxurious chair, her excitement growing as she imagined meeting Dylan in the business world, forming an unbeatable alliance, and leaving such an impression that he would never forget her.
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