Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 347

The stock signing was scheduled for the next day, and Ryan was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, chatting non-stop around Clara. She kept her cool, though, staying a bit distant until she was sure every last share Greysen had was now in Ryan's name. Only then did she relax, letting Ryan send the money back.

Once everything was wrapped up, Ryan even went out of his way to say goodbye to Greysen before he left. "Greysen, best of luck in the future," he said.

Greysen flashed a fake smile, giving Ryan a pat on the shoulder. "Your dad would be proud. Keep the company on track, and it's bound to thrive under your leadership."

Ryan nodded, watching the car pull away before turning back to Clara. "Clara!" he called, his face lighting up with admiration. "How did you pull it off? You're incredible!"

Clara looked at his sincere face and playfully ruffled his hair. She knew Greysen probably had some tricks hidden up his sleeve, but she wasn’t sure what they might be yet.

Ryan, still buzzing with energy, asked as they headed home, "You've been with your boyfriend for ages now. Don't you think it's time I meet him? I am your only brother, after all!"

Clara sat in the passenger seat, her mind wandering, but she still reminded him, "Be careful with whatever you do next. I'll have Cole keep an eye on things. He's reliable, so don't hesitate to ask him if you need help."

She was cautiously optimistic. Back when Johnny was around, he'd hoped that one piece of land would save the company, but now it was just dead weight. She needed to find new ways to secure business for the struggling company.

Ryan's excitement dimmed slightly at her words. "I know, I'll work hard to learn," he promised.

Just as he said this, his phone rang. It was Quinn. Startled, he quickly turned off the phone and stuffed it into his pocket.

Clara noticed his panic, frowning slightly. "Who was that?" she asked.

"School," he replied. "I've signed up for some online courses, but there are a lot of group projects I need to help with lately."

Clara studied him but kept quiet. Ryan was a terrible liar, and sweat was starting to bead on his forehead. Just as he braced himself for Clara to call him out, she simply said, "You'll have to grow up eventually."

His heart pounded with relief and a bit of hurt. If he couldn't even trust his family, what kind of person would he become? Clara was right—life was survival of the fittest. But he wanted to live by his own rules first.

When they got home, Clara noticed a few bodyguards outside her building. Inside, she spotted a familiar figure—it was someone from the Ferguson family. Her heart sank.

As expected, the bodyguards approached politely. "Ms. Clara," they said.