Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 335

Chapter 335

Darrick let out a sneer, brushing his fingers over his eye. The scene of that wine bottle crashing into his eye

replayed over and over in his mind like a horror movie. For years, he'd hidden away, too ashamed to show his

face. But now, with Johnny gone and the Bradford family in shambles, his chance had finally arrived.

He wanted Clara to pay, to take everything from her-her sight, her legs-leaving her as nothing more than a

lifeless doll trapped in bed. Just imagining it sent a thrill through him, his raspy laughter echoing like wind

through a torn sail, eerie and unsettling.

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Quinn was silent, huddled in a corner, a pool of fear beneath her. The more she suffered, the deeper her hatred

for Clara grew. If not for Clara, her life would be smooth sailing.

Two days later, Greysen walked out of the police station, his personal now the talk of the town, with

relatives from both sides arguing and giving him relentless headaches. He was desperate to get Tyler to sign the

stock contract, but Tyler's phone was unreachable.

Unbeknownst to him, Tyler was stuck at Ryan's villa, locked in a room without his phone, unable to do anything.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as he begged Cole, "Cole, I've been loyal to the company for ages. I'm only

considering selling my shares to Greysen because I'm being threatened. If | don't, I'm done for. It's not that |

don't trust Ryan and Clara."

Tyler was on edge, terrified the mysterious threat would catch up to him. But Cole, ever the skeptic, didn't

believe a word of it. Tyler was left with nothing but his own frustration.

Meanwhile, Clara and Ryan were already in the office when Greysen barged in, slamming his hand on the desk in

fury. "Clara, what did you do to Tyler?"

Clara relaxed on the sofa, amused. "What are you even talking about, Greysen? | have no idea."

Greysen's eyes flashed with malice, his gaze landing on Ryan with a knowing smile. "Oh, so you locked Tyler up,

did you? That's illegal, you know."

Clara leaned back, unfazed. "Feel free to report us."

Fresh out of the police station, the last thing Greysen wanted was to go back. His face darkened, yet he suddenly

smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "So, Clara, what's your plan?"

Clara smiled, sitting up straight. "I like talking to smart people. You want the Bradford family company, right?

Let's make a bet. We can hand it over, but my dad spent two years on a project, buying that land for eighty

million. Now, | want to auction it. Let's see who can sell it first."

Greysen looked at her like she was crazy. Auction it? Didn't she know the Dawson family planned to build around

that land? Just putting up a hospital or a mall there would be a goldmine.