Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 146

Walter was the Mr. Ferguson the bodyguards were talking about. Clara had the urge to call Dylan, but just as she pulled out her phone, the bodyguard gently pushed it back down, still maintaining a polite demeanor.

"Mr. Ferguson won't harm you, Miss Clara. He just wants to discuss a few things," he assured her.

Reluctantly, Clara put her phone away. As she settled into the car, her mind was buzzing with thoughts, quickly piecing together why Mr. Ferguson might want to see her. Walter was a man who had navigated life's storms with grace. Even after stepping down from his influential position, people still clamored for an audience with him. Yet, many had never seen him in person.

Clara arrived at the Ferguson family's storied mansion, which boasted a history as rich as its architecture. Legend had it that dignitaries of old would pass by here on their way to court. In the Capital, homes like this were beyond mere monetary value, inhabited only by the most powerful.

As the grand iron gates swung open, Clara noticed the numerous bodyguards patrolling the grounds. The car journeyed another ten minutes before coming to a stop in front of the main house.

bodyguard said, his manner

The room was expansive, about two hundred square meters, filled with the finest rosewood, emitting a gentle aroma. At the center stood a desk of rare golden rosewood, as valuable

as Clara laid eyes on the elderly man practicing calligraphy behind the desk, she found a surprising sense of calm. The door quietly closed behind her,

Walter methodically laid down his pen and washed

a towel. Clara didn't rush to ask why she'd been summoned, choosing instead to stand silently, as if in a quiet

him to set the towel

hold in the highest regard," he stated. Even if you grouped all the younger members of the Ferguson family,

Dylan is truly exceptional, a giant in the business