Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 254

Clara felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she noticed all the staff on the top floor watching her and Simon's dramatic entrance.

Simon kicked open the CEO's office door with one swift motion. There was Dylan, sitting calmly at his desk like nothing in the world could ruffle him. Simon let out a mocking laugh and slammed the door shut, blocking out the curious eyes from outside.

Releasing Clara's hand, Simon turned to her with a challenging glare. "Go on, spill it! You said Dylan isn't your boyfriend. So who was the guy last night, huh? Who was making you feel so good?"

Clara pressed her lips together, her face turning a deep shade of red. Simon always had a knack for humiliating her in front of Dylan.

Dylan, engrossed in his paperwork, seemed completely uninterested in their squabble.

Simon, irritated by Dylan's cool demeanor, snatched the files from his hands. "Dylan, was it you with Clara last night?"

Clara's anxiety spiked at Simon's confrontational stance. She worried Dylan might react as he had once before with Lincoln-calmly but decisively, maybe even lethally.

Simon might be a fool, but he didn't deserve to die. Clara yanked him back towards her. "Mr. Dylan, I'm sorry I couldn't stop him."

Dylan paused, pen hovering over the paper, and glanced at Clara's protective stance in front of Simon. For a brief moment, he caught a glimmer of caution in her eyes.

Without looking at her again, Dylan smoothly retrieved the stolen documents. "Has your boyfriend ever seen you defend another man like this?"

at his words, replaced by a creeping

papers at a leisurely pace. "Especially when that man used

her confidence wane further, but Simon suddenly

to suffer Dylan's wrath. Seems like Clara's boyfriend isn't you after all, Dylan. I thought you

triumphant, convinced now that Dylan wasn't Clara's mystery man. Could it be

uncover this mystery man's identity-if he was just

Simon thought about it, the more optimistic he became about his

Clara's hand again. "Clara, come on.

shook off his hand. "I'm

finish. By the way, what does your boyfriend look like? Why doesn't he want

to respond and left the

of Clara's unattractive waiter boyfriend was only a matter of

had shifted, either due to

to follow Clara when Dylan's voice

New

halted. New Haven? What

going anywhere, Dylan. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You want Clara's boyfriend gone, just like I do. I've always been ahead of you, and this time

no one could control

an eyebrow, setting his pen down. His tone remained calm and indifferent. "No wonder