Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 319

Chapter 319

Ryan was about to argue back like he usually did, but he hesitated, pressing his lips together thoughtfully. "I get

it, Clara. Just be careful, okay?"

Greysen was out for Clara's blood now, and there was no telling what illegal tricks he might pull.

Clara had planned on taking a breather, but instead, she found herself heading to the living room, laptop in

hand, determined to dig up more on the executive who held seven percent of the company's shares.

Meanwhile, that very executive was kneeling beside a man, trembling with fear. He had no clue who he had

crossed or why he was hauled into this nightmare. His legs felt weak, and the room reeked of blood, making his

skin crawl with dread. It was like something was choking him, and he couldn't get a word out. Sweat was pouring

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off his forehead, pooling on the floor below, and he was close to breaking down.

The man sitting across from him hadn't uttered a word, just sat there like a silent devil in the shadows. Earlier

that day, Greysen had cto him, and he'd agreed to hand over his shares. But now, terror gripped him. Was

this guy here because of Clara? After all, she had been ruthless enough to ruin Jacob's looks.

His lips quivered as he finally managed to stammer, "If you're... if you're here for the shares, I'll give them to

you. Just letlive."

He was shaking all over, but then the man simply said, "Sell to Greysen," and vanished without another word.

The oppressive air in the room lifted as if nothing had happened, and the body next to him was taken away.

The executive felt like he had narrowly escaped death. As he wiped his sweat, his phone buzzed with a call from

Clara. He didn't think twice before hanging up and blocking her number.

But the next morning, as he opened his front door, there was Clara, standing right there. She clutched a thick

stack of proposals she'd worked on all night. If the company followed her vision, the stock prices would skyrocket

in two years.

Clara had done her homework on this executive. He held the most shares, showing how much Johnny had trusted

him, and he wasn't exactly buddy-buddy with Greysen. He was more of a neutral player. Clara was convinced

that with the right push, he'd back the company.

But after what happened last night, everything had changed. His life was now tied up with those shares, and

seeing Clara at his doorstep made him recoil in fear.

"Ms. Clara," he stammered, stepping back.

Clara, surprised by his reaction, offered a warm smile. "Tyler, I'd love for you to check out this company plan. You

started from scratch with my father, and | believe you care about the company. Greysen's lost sight of what

really matters- he's just power-hungry now. You're the one who still cares about the future. Can | have a moment

of your time?"

She thought he'd jump at the chance, but instead, he brushed past her. “I'm sorry, I've decided to sell my shares

to Greysen."

"Tyler, please, for my father's sake."

Tyler paused for a brief second but quickly moved on. "My mind's made up. The contract's about to be signed.

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If he didn't sell to Greysen, he feared he might not live to see tomorrow.