Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Clara watched the surveillance footage the police had pulled up once more.

Filmed in the early hours, the video was grainy, only showing indistinct shadows. Jacob was clearly hurting

himself, looking pretty unstable. Yet, just yesterday, he seemed totally fine.

Whatever went down, at least now, the higher-ups at the company were too spooked by Jacob's situation to

hassle her and Ryan openly.

She ruffled Ryan's hair gently. "Go through the rest of the documents. Those guys are spooked, so they won't

make any moves soon. But keep an eye on Greysen. If he asks to meet, call me, okay?"

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Ryan was still finding his footing. Smart as he was, with a bit of time, he'd definitely rise to becone of the

city's new elites. To bring peace to their father's memory, Clara, as the big sister, was determined to look out for

him.

Ryan's eyes were red from exhaustion. Lately, he hadn't had the mental space to process everything the

Bradford family had been through. Seeing Clara's concern almost brought him to tears. But he'd promised her at

Johnny's funeral that he wouldn't cry anymore.

Quickly, he blinked back the tears. "Clara, you take care too."

Clara felt a soft ache in her heart. With Johnny gone and Naomi retreating to a convent over Quinn, things were

tough. She hadn't been particularly close to their parents, but they'd been good to Ryan, so the loss hit him

harder than it hit her.

Sitting across from him, she sorted through the Bradford Group's recent documents, landing on one specific

project. It was the deal Quinn had made with the Ferguson Corporation. Trying to save the faltering company,

Clara had cleverly canceled the contract. Instead of a mall, they were planning to build homes, like the Dawson

family. But given the Dawson family's resources, the struggling Bradford family couldn't compete.

This project was a lifeline for the Bradford Group. Without a big win here, beating Greysen wouldn't mean much.

Johnny had poured everything into this for two years.

Ryan saw her staring at the project proposal, lost in thought, and couldn't help but ask, "Clara, are we really

building homes there?"

Clara lowered her lashes, a bit puzzled. Did Johnny really snag that land by luck? The Dawson family snapped up

all the surrounding plots except this one. With their connections, did they hear something beforehand?

More suspicious was how Dylan stayed indifferent when she canceled with Ferguson. Unease crept in. After a

moment, she called Aiden.

"Aiden, about the land the Bradford family was gonna develop with Ferguson, have you heard anything?"

Aiden adjusted his glasses, a gleam in his eyes. "You need to ask the CEO. He's been busy, not taking calls. You

might need to meet him."

She'd tried to steer clear of conflicts, but for this project, she needed to see Dylan. Jackson wouldn't help; he'd

rather see her gone. Dylan seemed more promising.

She took a deep breath. "Where's Mr. Dylan now?"

Aiden sent an address right away. It was a well-known hotel, and Dylan was supposedly meeting someone in its

restaurant.

Without overthinking it, Clara told Ryan to dive into the documents, grabbed her car keys, and headed out.