Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 308

No one really knew who Dylan had at gunpoint. Aaron sent the photo over to the Bradford Corporation, but only he understood why. The courier was almost killed when a truck hit him, flinging him into the roadside greenery. The photo slipped from his hands, stained with a few drops of blood. Struggling to open his eyes, he could only make out a pair of cold, indifferent legs standing over him. Long, slender fingers picked up the photo, and the legs vanished into a car.

Aaron was waiting for a report from his guy, but after three hours, there was still no news. He casually traced the rim of his cup and smiled. Clearly, Dylan was scared of that photo falling into Clara's hands. What was meant to be a simple test turned out to be Dylan's weakness.

Clara had just settled into her seat at the Bradford Corporation when she saw Greysen storming toward her, fury etched on his face.

"Clara!" he bellowed, eyes filled with venom. "Why did you go after Jacob?!" Even if you don't like him, you can't just destroy his face-he's a celebrity!

Clara was confused. What had happened to Jacob?

I didn't want to go this far, but you've left me

he was a mess, screaming to stay away from Clara like he'd seen a ghost. Greysen's eyes were bloodshot, nearly bursting with rage. He barely held himself back, but his

office to find Ryan, who looked worn out, his stubble more pronounced

he greeted

do you

like his face was messed up.

next. They planned to help Greysen take over the Bradford company, but Jacob's incident scared them off. That's why

his own yesterday, and it couldn't have been

wasn't that cruel. Besides, he thought he'd already beaten Jacob. So who did