Chapter 323
Clara finally got word from the police that Greysen would be held for ten days. She let out a deep breath, feeling
a wave of relief. Ten days. That was enough tto figure out her next move.
With this temporary reprieve, Clara could strategize. If convincing Tyler proved impossible, she might need to
consider swaying the other executives. Their combined shares were nothing to scoff at. But right now, none of
them seemed to have faith in her and Ryan. They needed to see that they could handle the land issue flawlessly.
Only then would everyone feel assured that the company was in capable hands.
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Dylan was aware of the situation but wasn't budging. She had sent him a gift, but he remained tight-lipped,
leaving her in a tricky spot. No matter how she looked at it, the land issue was the key.
She tried calling Aiden, but he didn't pick up. So, she sent him a text: "Aiden, is Mr. Dylan happy or not?"
Aiden stood right next to Dylan, regretting not stopping Clara from sending that gift. Now, everything was
awkward. Dylan was an enigma; ever since he returned, his calm demeanor hadn't changed. No one could tell if
he was upset.
Aiden figured Dylan would be furious and make life tough for Clara, but Dylan just carried on as if nothing had
happened. After thinking it over, Aiden finally spoke up. "Sir, Clara just called. She wants to know if you're
satisfied."
Dylan paused, then chuckled softly. Aiden felt a shiver down his spine. Dylan, a man of few words, only laughed
when pushed to the limit. Taking a deep breath, Aiden said nothing more, silently hoping Clara would find a way
through this.
Clara kept texting him, but Aiden didn't reply. She waited until 9 PM, but still no response. She considered
whether to directly confront Dylan when she got a message from Z, asking what she was up to.
She'd promised to ward off Dylan's admirers, so the rumors floating around made her feel uneasy. Seeing Z's
message only made her more anxious. "About to go to bed, what's up?" she replied.
"Do you remember I'm your boyfriend?" Z shot back, making Clara's heart skip a beat. Just when she feared Z
might stir up trouble, he sent another message. "Heard at The Ivy tonight that you and Dylan are a thing. Who is
Dylan, your boss?"
Clara didn't expect Z to hear this so soon, and the thought made her jump. She tried calling him, but he didn't
answer. That helpless feeling crept in again. Worried about what Z might do, she quickly texted him back,
explaining everything as fast as she could. But his reply stung. "Why am | always the last to know? Do you think |
don't deserve an explanation?"