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."

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

mentioned he was late, barely ate, and even ran into Clara on

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

something fierce was roaring inside him, desperate for release. He turned on his

frowned, pulling a pillow over her head. Who in their right mind would ring a bell

put on headphones to block out the noise. She

a door down the hall opened. Scarlette, in a silk nightgown with her hair all over the place,

hour? You might not need

red, and he paused when

too loud. Clara's probably asleep. Whatever it is, can't it wait until tomorrow? Keep this up, and

Greenard family, known for her sharp business skills and powerhouse presence. The rest of the Greenard family was wary of her, as they didn't

relationship with her. Not just bad, but downright hostile, making them practically sworn enemies. As a result, Scarlette rarely visited the Greenard family's company, choosing to work independently, where she thrived. In the Capital, everyone

close with Scarlette, but