NovelFastChapter 347
The stock signing was scheduled for the next day, and Ryan was practically bouncing off the walls with
excitement, chatting non-stop around Clara. She kept her cool, though, staying a bit distant until she was sure
every last share Greysen had was now in Ryan's name. Only then did she relax, letting Ryan send the money
back.
Once everything was wrapped up, Ryan even went out of his way to say goodbye to Greysen before he left.
"Greysen, best of luck in the future," he said.
Greysen flashed a fake smile, giving Ryan a pat on the shoulder. "Your dad would be proud. Keep the company on
track, and it's bound to thrive under your leadership."
Ryan nodded, watching the car pull away before turning back to Clara. "Clara!" he called, his face lighting up
with admiration. "How did you pull it off? You're incredible!"
Clara looked at his sincere face and playfully ruffled his hair. She knew Greysen probably had stricks hidden
up his sleeve, but she wasn't sure what they might be yet.
Ryan, still buzzing with energy, asked as they headed home, "You've been with your boyfriend for ages now.
Don't you think it's t| meet him? | am your only brother, after all!"
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Clara sat in the passenger seat, her mind wandering, but she still reminded him, "Be careful with whatever you
do next. I'll have Cole keep an eye on things. He's reliable, so don't hesitate to ask him if you need help."
She was cautiously optimistic. Back when Johnny was around, he'd hoped that one piece of land would save the
company, but now it was just dead weight. She needed to find new ways to secure business for the struggling
company.
Ryan's excitement dimmed slightly at her words. "I know, I'll work hard to learn," he promised.
Just as he said this, his phone rang. It was Quinn. Startled, he quickly turned off the phone and stuffed it into his
pocket.
Clara noticed his panic, frowning slightly. "Who was that?" she asked.
"School," he replied. "I've signed up for sonline courses, but there are a lot of group projects | need to help
with lately."
Clara studied him but kept quiet. Ryan was a terrible liar, and sweat was starting to bead on his forehead. Just as
he braced himself for Clara to call him out, she simply said, "You'll have to grow up eventually."
His heart pounded with relief and a bit of hurt. If he couldn't even trust his family, what kind of person would he
become? Clara was right-life was survival of the fittest. But he wanted to live by his own rules first.
When they got home, Clara noticed a few bodyguards outside her building. Inside, she spotted a familiar figure it
was someone from the Ferguson family. Her heart sank.
As expected, the bodyguards approached politely. "Ms. Clara," they said.
Walter wanted to see her again. Her brow furrowed as she followed them to the car. The bodyguards were
careful, leaving her phone outside the building.
Clara wasn't sure what Walter wanted this time, but she hoped Dylan would head to the Ferguson family soon.
But after about twenty minutes on the road, she realized they weren't heading to the Ferguson estate.
She glanced at the bodyguard next to her. "Isn't Walter expecting me?" she asked.
The bodyguard was still polite. "It's Ms. Eden."
Ms. Eden? So it was Eden. Eden was obsessed with Dylan, and who knew what she had planned.
Clara lowered her lashes, discreetly slipping a nail from the car floor into her pocket. They arrived at a villa
perched on a mountaintop.
Two bodyguards grabbed her arms, leading her into a room. Inside, Eden sat in the center, dressed to the nines,
holding a long whip. She sneered at Clara, slowly getting up.
"Clara, I've heard srumors. Are you really with Dylan?" she asked.
Clara stepped back, but the room was filled with other guards. Eden's face twisted with anger, ordering them,
"Grab her!"
The guards moved toward Clara. She tried to run, but the door was already blocked. Two guards hoisted her onto
a rack.
Eden cracked the whip on the floor, the sound echoing loudly. She clearly knew how to use it.
The guards left the room, reminding her before closing the door, "Ms. Eden, no serious harm."
Dylan had set the rule-no fatal injuries. Eden had always stuck to it.
She lashed the whip across Clara's body, laughing. "Did you know? | learned this from Dylan. He's so gentle with
me, even says | have a knack for it. | didn't want do this to you, but you're just shameless. | told you to stay
away from Dylan, but you didn't listen. Serves you right!"
Eden's face was full of malice as she delivered twenty lashes, leaving Clara's skin raw and bloody. Satisfaction
gleamed in her eyes.
"I'm not going to kill you today. If you run to Dylan, you'll be disappointed. Dylan and | have secrets. He needs
me, | need him. No one can cbetween us. No matter how much | hurt you, he won't punishtoo harshly,
maybe just skip a few meals."
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