Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 367

Dylan stood there, head down, not saying a word. The room felt tense. Clara, feeling awkward but loyal to her friend Scarlette, hesitated to leave.

*Slap!*

The sound echoed through the hallway. Nicholas touched his cheek, trying to mask his anger with a forced smile. "Really, Scarlette? I don't get it. Every time we're together, you just toss me aside without a thought for my feelings. What does this older guy have that I don't? We were together not long ago, but look at him not a word, not even a punch."

If he ever found out about Scarlette and Morgan, he'd lose it completely. His misery would be everyone's problem.

Morgan adjusted his glasses, his voice calm and mature. "I respect all her decisions."

"Respect? More like cowardice!" Nicholas spat.

Scarlette took a deep breath. "Nicholas, enough. If you're going to have a meltdown, do it elsewhere."

"No way! Why do you treat me like this?!"

Nicholas had been spoiled by the Greenard family, always getting his way. Scarlette was the first to challenge him, breaking his heart and then distancing herself.

He had been nothing but passive and humble, and for what?

Nicholas suddenly laughed. "Think you can

her wrist.

Scarlette's other hand was in Morgan's grip, leaving the two men locked in a

drama. Then she heard Dylan's soft voice cut through the tension. "I'm

was indifferent, as if the chaos around him didn't matter. Just then, the elevator arrived, and Clara quickly ushered him

the lobby, Clara suggested, "Mr. Dylan, how about I order you some

his voice icy. "Do

not. Dylan wasn't the kind to settle for that. Remembering the five million she owed him, Clara quickly added with

happy, right? But Dylan's intense gaze made

wondered if she'd annoyed Dylan again. His reasons for

Clara had used Sarah as a stand-in before, crossing Dylan's

but Sarah, entranced by Dylan, approached him with a flirtatious smile. "Mr.

neat, assuming Dylan would remember her. But Dylan just glanced at Clara, leaving her with a sense of dread. She hurried to

I'd see Mr. Dylan again, but

been too busy to think about Sarah. Besides, she'd already given Sarah a hefty sum, solving her immediate problems.

infatuation, Clara understood. Dylan's looks could outshine any Hollywood star, and women couldn't resist

forgetting her place. Clara's expression cooled as she turned to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, you should head back.