Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 106

Clara winced as her back ached from the impact, but she quickly pulled herself together. "I just got a bit turned around," she said, trying to sound casual.

Jackson immediately shot back, "You weren't just lost. You looked like you were sneaking around on purpose, trying to eavesdrop. Clara, I've told you before, if you see me, keep your distance, or I can't promise I won't lose my cool."

To emphasize his point, he brandished a gun and loaded a bullet with unsettling speed. A shiver ran down Clara's spine. Jackson was clearly off his rocker, bringing a gun to a place like this. Instinctively, she ducked behind the sofa where Dylan was sitting.

Dylan, with his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, said calmly, "Jackson, put the gun down."

Jackson grimaced, grumbling as he set the gun aside, but his tone was still harsh. "Clara, get out."

But Richard wasn't as extreme as Jackson, who seemed ready to

raced, and she quickly

Dylan spoke

waiting to cause trouble for her. The presence of these three influential figures in the room kept them at bay. If she left now,

breath, she scanned the room for another way out. The room only had two

few minutes of thinking it over, Clara reluctantly perched on the edge of the sofa next to Dylan. It was a three-seater, and she sat as far from him as possible, wishing

in a few more digs, but he noticed Dylan's expression, decided to hold back and switched to his own issues. "Dylan, when you guys head back, don't mention

come back home on Dylan's private jet, and hardly anyone knew he was back. Jackson had spent three years abroad, hoping the Dawson family would annul his marriage. But the girl had stayed with the Dawsons for three