Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Ryan felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean, Quinn? Don't mess withlike

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.

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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 toff 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.

The thought made Quinn chuckle. A world without Clara was indeed a beautiful one.

Quinn returned to the Bradford household that evening, ventured into Clara's room, and instructed the

housekeeper, "Clear out my sister's room. Get rid of her things. | don't want Dad or Ryan getting upset over

reminders of Clara."

The housekeeper nodded and efficiently began the task. When Naomi helped Johnny into the living room, they

saw the housekeeper about to throw away Clara's bedsheets.

Johnny's brow furrowed. "What's going on here?"

The housekeeper quickly explained, "Miss Quinn thought you might be upset over Clara's things and asked us to

handle it."

Before Johnny could respond, Naomi interjected, "She means well, | suppose."

With Clara dead, Naomi couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh and risk upsetting Johnny further. Johnny

cleared his throat and waved a hand. "Put them back. Even if she's not here, that room is still hers."

The housekeeper couldn't go against his wishes, and hurried back upstairs. When she returned to Clara's room,

Quinn was still there. The housekeeper relayed Johnny's message.

Quinn's expression darkened. She let out a cold laugh. "Fine, leave it. It's just a bunch of lifeless objects anyway."

She rolled her eyes, inwardly mocking how Johnny would eventually forget Clara.