Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 289

Three hours later, Dylan's car finally pulled up.

Aiden dialed Clara, but she played it cool, pretending she didn't notice. After all, it was Eden who'd be there to welcome him.

And sure enough, Eden was right on the mark. The moment she spotted Dylan, her face lit up. "Dylan!" she exclaimed, running to him and wrapping her arms around his. “I had to pull some strings with Grandpa to join you on this trip. You better not mind having me around!"

Dylan's gaze drifted past her, searching for Clara. But she was nowhere in sight.

Aiden, standing nearby, quickly pulled out his phone and gave Clara another ring. "Ms. Clara, the CEO's here. Are you coming?"

Feigning a yawn, Clara replied, "Sorry, overslept. You all must be settled in by now. I'll skip the meetup today. Let's catch up tomorrow when we head to the site."

Aiden wanted to protest, but the line went dead.

Hearing Clara's name turned Eden's smile upside down. Why was Clara always tagging along with Dylan? Was Quinn onto something? Did Dylan have feelings for Clara?

psychiatric ward, where Quinn, despite her erratic state, claimed Dylan was smitten with Clara

hard to believe. Dylan was too sophisticated for secret crushes. But she wasn't about to leave anything

eyes flashed with malice, but as she looked up at Dylan, her expression morphed

knowing smile, Aiden slid his business card across the counter. The receptionist paled and quickly arranged

Dylan to the elevator, he caught Eden confronting the receptionist. Eden was livid. She had already spoken to the front desk, so how did

receptionist's attempts to explain, Eden slapped her hard. "Are you trying to get fired? If

cheek, tears brimming in her

deep breath, Eden tossed a few hundred dollars on the counter, muttering, "Use this for

she turned and hurried after

their colleague. They were used to dealing with spoiled heiresses

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paused by Clara's room as he wheeled Dylan past. "Sir, this is Ms. Clara's

ride, his thoughts a mystery. Now, he glanced at Clara's door. It was

fingers twitched on the wheelchair armrest. He was about