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."

stand her. But Richard wasn't as extreme as Jackson, who

he step in to stop Jackson? Her mind raced, and she quickly

to leave, Dylan spoke up again,

some men outside waiting to cause trouble for her. The presence of these three influential figures in the room

staying here was suffocating, especially under Jackson's murderous glare. Taking a deep breath, she scanned the room for

over, Clara reluctantly perched on the edge of the sofa next to Dylan. It was a three-seater, and she sat as

digs, but he noticed Dylan's expression, decided to hold back and switched to his

three years abroad, hoping the Dawson family would annul his marriage. But the girl had stayed with