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

spot in the Ferguson family for years, dodging countless assassination attempts.

out the wrinkles on his sleeve. "Why should I handle

your 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

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

while before he looked away, a slight smirk on his

"Go home."

forehead with a tissue. Her perception of Dylan had to change. She'd thought he was well-protected, that his dirty work was done by others. She hadn't realized he'd

pull the trigger just as easily? Did he even have

useful. Clara was conflicted but more certain that she and Dylan lived in different worlds. No wonder his

climbed to his position over a mountain of bodies and a river of blood. He was like a god, indifferent to everything.

she might've ended up dead before him. A guy like Dylan wouldn't tolerate cowardice. His elegance was matched by his coldness, and