Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 224

"Clara, you really did owe him back then, especially with what happened to his leg..."

Clara cut in quickly, "I know, I know. But in business, you can't let yourself get bogged down by personal stuff. Dad, you're too soft-hearted, keeping those few leeches in upper management."

Her words were sharp, and she regretted them the instant they left her mouth.

Johnny paused for a moment, then let out a light chuckle. "That's why your grandpa always said I'd never amount to much. If I don't make it through this time, when I meet him in the afterlife, he'll definitely give me an earful."

"Dad, don't talk like that. You're going to be just fine."

Johnny's eyes turned red, and he gestured for her to sit beside him. "Clara, you're exactly the person your grandpa hoped you'd become. All these years, I've held onto some resentment because of his passing. It’s really hard to completely let it go. Seeing you so level-headed now really comforts me."

His gaze unintentionally drifted to her neck. Clara had had quite the wild night at the hotel, and even though she tried her best to cover it up today, a hint of it still showed.

Johnny let out a relieved sigh. "So, you’ve got a boyfriend now? He must be a great guy. That's good. At least you're not stuck on Simon anymore. He's just not right for you. That kid’s too immature. Even if he marries Quinn, he won’t make a good husband."

The older generation sure had a knack for spotting character. Simon really wasn't the marrying type.

"He's actually quite nice."

"Clara, you can't even begin to imagine the power struggles within the Ferguson family. His older brother has a few sons, all prepped to be heirs from a young age. For Dylan, attempts on his life are just everyday occurrences. The biggest thing is, he's too cold, like a machine. It's hard to picture a woman dealing with so much neglect just to be with him. She probably wouldn’t see him much all year round."

That was true. Even when Dylan was at negotiation tables with beautiful girls, his gaze never lingered on them, like a machine with no concept of gender.

Shelly really was something back in the day, to have caught the eye of someone like him.