Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 165

Eden felt her eyes start to water, and she bit her lip, running through the timeline again in her head. Simon gently let go of her wrist and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It's all good. You're free to go," he said.

Eden glanced at the red mark on her pale wrist, her eyes welling up from the pain. "Seriously, Simon, what's up with you tonight? You're acting all mysterious. I'm done playing this game with you." She stormed off downstairs, clearly upset.

Back in his room, Simon immediately called one of the business partners who had been at the dinner. The man had just returned home and was half-asleep, so he answered groggily.

"Mr. Simon?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, it's me. I need a quick word. Clara was at the dinner with you guys tonight, right? And Dylan too. What time did it wrap up?"

The partner paused, thinking. "Around seven, I guess. But Clara seemed a bit off. Didn't she used to dislike Mr. Dylan? Why were they in the same private room?"

He yawned. "Anyway, that's Ferguson Corporation's business, not mine."

gripping his phone tightly. The dinner ended around seven, but Clara didn't leave

seven. He should've gone straight to meet Eden, but she mentioned he was late, barely ate, and even ran into Clara on his way out. Even if Simon were clueless, he couldn't help but suspect something was going

at Palm Bay, leaving with a mark on her neck, which she claimed was a mosquito bite. All signs pointed to the truth: Clara and Dylan

trembled with anger, and something fierce was roaring inside him, desperate for

through her place. She frowned, pulling a pillow over her head. Who in their right

block out the noise. She finally found some peace,

into pounding on the door until a door down the hall opened. Scarlette, in a silk nightgown with her hair all over

this hour? You might not need sleep, but I

red, and he paused when he saw

too loud. Clara's probably asleep. Whatever it is, can't it wait

powerhouse presence. The rest of the Greenard family was wary of her, as they didn't want to share their inheritance with an outsider,

rarely visited the Greenard family's company, choosing to work independently, where she thrived. In the Capital, everyone knew of

darkened. He wasn't close with Scarlette, but he mumbled an