Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 419

Worried he might fall sick again, Clara tried calling him, but no luck-no answer. She sighed in frustration. Since she couldn't just drop everything and rush over, she decided to send the photo to Jackson instead. Worst case, he'd throw some sarcastic comments her way, but being a Dawson, he might know something.

Meanwhile, Jackson was chilling at Richard's place with Nicholas and Dylan. He chuckled coldly, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. "What's Clara's deal? Suddenly asking about this estate? Does she think we're tight or something?"

Dylan, sitting nearby, glanced over. His grip on his cup tightened as he caught a glimpse of the estate in the photo. Richard picked up the phone, raised an eyebrow at the picture, and said, "Never seen it before. She knows you don't like her, but she's still asking? This place must mean a lot to her."

"Maybe, but I'm not in the mood to reply," Jackson shrugged.

Richard turned to Dylan, "You know this place?"

Dylan set his cup down and shook his head. Richard was genuinely puzzled. The estate looked like a million bucks. How could none of them recognize it?

He handed the phone to Dylan with a teasing grin, "Why not let her ask you instead?"

leaned in, glancing between Dylan and Richard. Richard was the sharpest tool in the shed, but

does

who had been quiet, suddenly

an eyebrow, curious if Nicholas

grudge about his legs. Honestly, if he hadn't stopped me back then, Clara would've been history. Dylan, you're

his temples, amused by

shrugged. "Clara's such a romantic. Make her fall head over heels, then ditch her, and she'll learn her lesson. Maybe all that Simon stuff was Dylan's doing, sending Simon to mess with her.

up, fixing

Dylan's gaze, Nicholas forced a smile. "What? Did I say

"No, just thinking even if you had a century, you'd

shut Nicholas up