Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 96

The bodyguard at the door stopped her in her tracks, but someone nearby chimed in. "Let her through."

She glanced up and recognized Richard.

She'd run into Richard a few times before. Much like Aiden, he wasn't particularly fond of her and was probably sent on Dylan's orders. Richard was known for his arrogance and snubbing most people in their circle except Dylan.

Clara was about to move forward with Sonya when Richard spoke again. "Top floor, rightmost suite. Make sure to pick him up."

Clearly, he meant Dylan.

Clara quickly nodded. "Got it."

Richard gave her a once-over, his gaze dripping with condescension, scoffed slightly, and then walked off.

Clara smoothly led Sonya inside. She'd already scoped out which suite belonged to Michael.

Michael had a reputation for partying hard, often drinking himself silly before disappearing upstairs with a pretty girls. Creating an opportunity wouldn't be tough.

A girl will join him soon. Just intercept her and go

was about. With her background, she didn't

Sonya's determined silhouette, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then headed

of lavish indulgence. However, when the door swung

floor was eerily quiet, so much so that she

to realize as she got closer that Dylan was on the phone, thanking someone on the

"She's here. Thanks."

he

her neck to peek. "Is this about the North Ashford

"Yeah."

was in full swing

working here; she thought he might be out partying. Since he wasn't,

looked up at her. His gaze, cool and detached,

straighter, feeling like she was under the watchful eye of a supervisor. Whenever she

mind was racing with thoughts when she saw him brace himself against the table, ready to move from the sofa to