Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 249

If Clara hadn't known Dylan's naturally aloof personality, she might've thought he was purposefully trying to scare her earlier. But that wasn't Dylan's style. As she rubbed her knee, Clara couldn't help but mumble to herself.

Dylan maneuvered his wheelchair past her, and she hurried to keep up. After today, she realized she couldn't afford to mess around in front of him anymore; even with his own family, he could be so ruthlessly decisive. Clara's thoughts were tangled as she carefully pushed his wheelchair, replaying Lincoln's look of shock before his demise. Who would've thought Dylan would act so swiftly, without a moment's hesitation?

A guy like him, who seemed uninterested in women, appeared to be flawless. A chill ran down Clara's spine. It made sense that someone without flaws could reach such heights in the Capital and even gain fame overseas.

Back in the hall, Clara noticed a few drops of blood on Dylan's shoes-likely from the earlier incident. She quickly grabbed a tissue, knelt down, and wiped them clean. Dylan watched her with a knowing look, aware she was trying to get on his good side. She was always adaptable, knowing when to bend and when to stand firm. He said nothing.

Clara tossed the tissue in the trash and stood up. "Mr. Dylan, I'll be on my way now."

"Leaving? You brought Lincoln here so openly. Have you thought about the other Fergusons noticing?"

face turned calm. "Because I trust you'll handle

Ferguson family for years, dodging countless assassination attempts. His crew was skilled

smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve.

own good, Mr. Dylan. Lincoln was a direct Ferguson. When he goes missing, Cedric will launch a big search. If they trace it to me, I won't last under

me now, which would be easy for you. But if you get rid of me, you'd

on her for a while before he looked away, a

"Go home."

of Dylan had to change. She'd thought he was well-protected, that his dirty work was done by

would Dylan pull the trigger

she was still useful. Clara was conflicted but more certain that she and Dylan lived in different worlds. No wonder his presence demanded respect, making her too

and a river of blood. He was like

hour, proud of her quick thinking. If she had bolted in fear when she saw Lincoln, she might've ended up dead before him. A guy like Dylan wouldn't tolerate cowardice. His