Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 245

Clara never really thought about digging into her memory loss. As she massaged her temples, she saw another message from Simon flash on her phone.

"I'll keep looking into it. Don't worry. Just be careful when you're out. I have a feeling someone might be tailing you."

Clara got out of bed and rifled through her closet, pulling out some certificates she brought with her. Each one demanded a high level of skill, making her realize she couldn't have been just an ordinary person before. It was clear she needed to investigate that so-called accident.

The next morning, as she stepped into Ferguson Corporation, she bumped into Lincoln. He'd been showing up a lot lately, always wearing that sly grin.

He followed Clara to the break room and asked, "I heard Dylan took you out for a meal and is still at home recuperating?"

Clara knew she had to tread carefully around him to avoid him targeting Z.

"Yes."

"He must trust you a lot. Would he eat anything you give him, even if you spiked his food with something extra?"

Clara frowned, wondering what he was up to.

Lincoln pulled out a small white bottle and slowly placed it in her hand. "Long-term use of what's in here will make someone lose their mind, become easily angered, and eventually lead to madness or even death from heart failure."

Clara's face went pale. This guy was out for Dylan's life.

This is plotting against the heir of the Ferguson family. Living peacefully in the

she could barely breathe. This man really didn't play by the rules

I'm not asking. If you don't do it, your dad, your boyfriend, or your useless brother will face the consequences. Think

let go of her, slipping the bottle

racing. No way could she go through with this. Either she had to

in such a

his name, he looked every bit the polished

if it's poison, Dylan

His words oozed mockery.

such deceitful people;

impatient, said, "Half an hour for your

Clara returned to her desk, she was in a

your dear boyfriend in trouble, make

she jumped up and tried calling Z immediately. But Z didn't pick

off several messages, but still

voice was smug. "Clara, made

She hated being cornered like

"Is he with you?"

took a finger. He didn't