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.

bottle back to him. "Mr. Dylan, do you think I'm stupid? This is plotting against the heir of the Ferguson family. Living peacefully in the Capital

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

your dad, your boyfriend, or your useless brother will face the consequences. Think it

her, slipping the bottle into her

could she go through with this. Either she had to spill the

a cutthroat

break room, she found Lincoln waiting outside. True to his name, he

tip: even if it's poison, Dylan would eat it from your

His words oozed mockery.

deceitful people;

impatient, said, "Half an

returned to her desk, she was in a daze. The half-hour slipped by, and Lincoln

boyfriend in trouble, make sure Dylan

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

more anxious, she fired off several messages, but still no response. Her heart sank, and she

voice was smug. "Clara, made up your

was dark. She hated

"Is he with you?"

took a finger. He didn't