Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 248

Aiden poured Clara a cup of coffee. Taking a sip, she noticed someone leading Lincoln away. Aiden soon followed them, probably to get some answers out of him.

Feeling a bit restless with nothing to do and Dylan nowhere in sight, Clara decided to wander around the Bayview Estate. The place was huge, with several empty houses that seemed to serve no apparent purpose.

As she neared a uniquely designed house, she heard some faint noises coming from inside. Curiosity piqued, she pushed the door open. There sat Dylan, casually in a wheelchair, absently fiddling with his fingers, while Lincoln was sobbing at his feet, pleading for mercy.

Gone was the arrogant man Lincoln once was; he was now just a pitiful wreck. "Dylan, it wasn't me, it was Clara! She orchestrated everything. I just nudged her a bit, never expecting her to go this far. A woman like her lurking around you can't mean anything good. You must find out who sent her," Lincoln blabbered, tears and snot running down his face.

Clara caught a whiff of blood in the air. Her gaze dropped to Lincoln's legs, now limp and broken. It had only been ten minutes since he was dragged in, yet Dylan had already done this much damage. His ruthlessness was shocking.

As Clara stepped back, the floor creaked, catching Dylan's attention. Their eyes met through the small gap in the door, his dark gaze now carrying a slight hint of amusement.

walk in. Lincoln's face twisted into a crazed expression at her arrival. "You witch! It's all your fault! I wouldn't be

delivered a swift kick to Lincoln's head. His head jerked sideways,

share of corporate power plays, Clara knew exactly what to do. She quickly declared her loyalty to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, I never actually used the drug. Lincoln threatened my boyfriend, forcing

in front of Lincoln, her voice was steady. "Did you really cut off one of my boyfriend's

other woman would have fainted at Dylan's intimidating presence, but she

into his eyes. Spotting a guard holding a knife, Clara grabbed it. "You chop one of his fingers, I'll chop

trying to suppress the urge to vomit blood. "No! No!! I don't even know who your boyfriend is! You didn't give me a name, how would I know

breathed a sigh of relief. As long

to leave and get in touch with Z, but having walked into

Grandpa wouldn't want us fighting like this. If I die,