Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 546

Dylan walked over and sat down on a stone bench about ten steps ahead. On the table in front of him were fresh fruit, pastries, and a laptop.

He'd actually taken the higher-ups' advice to heart: spend more time with people.

He opened his laptop and started working, making it pretty obvious he wasn't planning on going out today.

Clara waited there for ten minutes, but after a while, her annoyance just fizzled out. She finally just turned around and headed into the main hall.

For the next three days, Dylan didn't leave the house-not for work, not for anything.

Every morning, Clara would get up early and wait downstairs, but no matter where she looked, she'd always find him working somewhere new: sometimes at the coffee table, sometimes by the window. Never once did he go into his own study.

It started to get to her. She couldn't help but quietly pull Aiden aside.

"Aiden, it's the start of the year, right? Shouldn't this be the busiest time at the company? Why hasn't Mr. Dylan set foot in the office?"

Aiden glanced down at her hand on his arm and quickly pulled away. “Ma'am, if you have any questions, you should probably ask the boss yourself."

Clara stood there for a second, realizing that ever since she'd become "Mrs.,❞ Aiden's attitude had completely flipped. He used to let his dislike show every now and then, but now he was nothing but respectful-wouldn't even call her Ms. Clara anymore.

week, totally unaware that someone had messed with her social

probably going crazy trying to track her

right then, Simon had shown up outside Palm Bay, calling her name over

"Clara! Clara!"

find a trace of her. In the end, the only thing that made sense was that

his own family-why would he treat Clara any better? He'd do whatever it took to get what he wanted. Simon yelled himself hoarse for more than ten minutes, but the gates were way too far

news along to Dylan. When Dylan got the call, his eyes flashed with something cold and

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three in the morning,

tight. He

what the hell are you

place in the middle of the night, tying him up was Dylan

when Dylan had publicly pinned the blame on him, hadn't he just sucked it up

anger

You dumped Yvette on me back then, then made me take the fall the other day. I only complained theo

Dylan would hit a wall, but after watching him climb higher year after

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