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?"

turned calm. "Because I trust you'll handle

for years, dodging countless assassination attempts. His crew

on his sleeve.

launch a big search. If they trace it to me, I won't last

cheek, her voice casual. "Or, you could deal with me now, which would be easy for you. But if you get rid of me, you'd still have to clean up all

while before he looked away,

"Go home."

against the seat, catching her breath, and wiped her forehead with a tissue. Her perception of Dylan had to change. She'd thought

the

was like a perfect machine. He spared her only because 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 scared to

had climbed to his position over a mountain of bodies and a river of blood. He was like a

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 elegance was matched by his coldness, and he expected those around him to be just