Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 337

Chapter 337

Ryan's face flushed with anger, "You!" But words failed him. Not wanting to cause any trouble for Clara, he

simply stood protectively in front of her. "Clara, let's get out of here."

He'd already packed up his things. Years ago, Johnny had put up eight million dollars of his own money to buy

the land, draining all their cash flow. Now, the money from selling it was safely in Ryan's account. Even though

he was technically wealthy, he felt a strange emptiness inside.

As he slipped into the car with Clara, a sense of loss lingered. "Clara, I'll transfer all this money to you. We're

done with the company. | might go back to school, and you shouldn't worry about working. If you manage it

wisely, this money will take care of you for life."

Two billion. He didn't want a cent for himself; it was all for Clara.

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Clara, a bit worn out from dealing with Greysen's antics over the past few days, yawned. "Let's keep it in your

account for now. You know what's crucial for a company, right?"

Playing the role of the attentive driver, Ryan replied, "Cash flow."

In this day and age, cash was everything. Eight million had gone into that land, and the company had struggled

ever since, hitting roadblocks all over. The bigger the business, the more important cash flow becomes; one slip,

and it's all over.

"Ryan, don't stress. Let's just wait and see."

Her words were soothing, and Ryan felt instantly lighter. Even if life stayed just like this, he'd be happy as long as

Clara was by his side. He drove toward Clara's villa.

To Clara, the whole ordeal felt mostly resolved. She'd promised to take Dylan out for dinner. This time, she had to

get it right. Plus, she needed to patch things up with Z; she'd been too busy to reply to his messages.

When Ryan parked and noticed how tired Clara looked, he felt a sting of inadequacy. She was exhausted because

he couldn't do more. He didn't wake her. Instead, he gently covered her with a blanket and reclined her seat for

comfort.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was the psychiatric hospital, reporting that Quinn was missing. Frowning, Ryan

stepped out to take the call, not wanting to disturb Clara.

"How does someone just disappear?"

Before he could process it, another call cin—from Quinn. He ended the hospital call and answered hers, his

voice cold.

"Quinn, stop creating chaos. Once you're feeling better, I'll send you abroad."

He wanted her out of the way for Clara's sake.

Quinn's voice was shaky with tears, "Ryan, I'm really struggling. The hospital staff is awful-they hit me, insult me,

and barely feed me. | can't take it anymore. I'd rather just end it."

Ryan didn't buy it anymore, but family ties still made him worry. "I can get you out of here immediately. The

company's relying on Clara; she doesn't want to see you."

Clara was at the center of every decision he made.

Quinn's tone turned icy, gripping her phone tightly, "I'll text you my address. Meet me, okay? I'll stay in the city

for two more months, then leave. | promise not to cause trouble."

Thinking of the times he'd shared with Quinn, Ryan's resolve softened. He left a note for Clara saying he was

heading back, but in reality, he was going to meet Quinn.