Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 552

Even the most skilled fighter couldn't pull off a move like that-kicking someone's wrist with perfect aim, knocking a knife clear from their grip, and catching it midair as if it belonged in their own hand. But she did it so easily. The whole thing was so smooth and graceful, it was almost hypnotic to watch.

When Aaron came back home after Clara lost her memory, he told her they'd been friends. But Clara just stared at him blankly, no hint of recognition. There was still a flicker of caution in her eyes, a spark of who she once was, but amnesia had blurred her edges, hiding her true self under a layer of fog.

Aaron wasn't the most powerful member of the Ferguson family, but nobody could piece things together the way he could. He'd once snapped a photo by accident, and later, seeing how Dylan held himself back around Clara, Aaron started to suspect a truth that everyone else was too afraid to touch.

Now that Dylan had pushed him this far, Aaron didn't feel guilty about fighting back. He'd risk everything just to prove he could pull that golden boy down from his throne.

Aaron kept his cool, but when he saw Simon's face twist in shock, he let out a cold, mocking laugh.

I'll bet anything Clara knew something before she lost her memory. That's why things were so

might be able to keep up the act

a mad dog, and the only leash on him is Clara's hand. But with her amnesia, she's so slow to catch on. Dylan could drag her straight into the flames and she'd probably still

world who doesn't want Clara to get her memory back, it's Dylan. Every moment he

on the roof, and blurted out, voice full of excitement, "So what are we waiting

always acted like he was better than the rest of the Fergusons-so high and mighty. Well, let's see how he handles being ruined by the

lips curled into a slow

he looked out