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?

laughed. "Think you can just marry

wrist.

grip, leaving

observed the drama. Then she heard Dylan's soft

as if the chaos around him didn't matter. Just then, the

"Mr. Dylan,

voice icy. "Do you really think

the kind to settle for that. Remembering the five million she owed him, Clara quickly added with a smile, "How about I bring the restaurant's chef to

chef would make him happy, right? But Dylan's intense gaze made her uneasy. Just then, Aiden appeared,

she'd annoyed Dylan again. His

Sarah as a stand-in before, crossing Dylan's boundaries

to intercept her, but Sarah, entranced by Dylan, approached him with a flirtatious smile. "Mr. Dylan, remember me?

Dylan just glanced at Clara,

Dylan again, but I waited at

hefty sum, solving her immediate problems. Sarah had once acted like she didn't need men anymore,

could outshine any Hollywood star,

sight, fantasizing about a life with Dylan, forgetting her place. Clara's expression cooled as she turned to Dylan, "Mr. Dylan, you