Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 575

She hesitated for a few seconds before finally telling the truth.

"You got punished by the family-was it because Walter found out we got married? You're basically untouchable in the Ferguson family. If anyone could break through your security at Palm Bay, it'd have to be Walter. He might go easy on you, but me? He'd get rid of me in a heartbeat. I want to leave, but I have to stay alive first."

Dylan rested a hand on her wrist, then gently pinched her cheek. It didn't hurt-it almost felt like a quiet kind of affection.

Clara quickly brushed his hand away, giving him a weird look and wiping her cheek as if he'd left a mark.

Dylan's lips curved into a small smile, but it faded as fast as it appeared. He called Aiden over and gave a simple order: "Check it out."

Less than ten minutes later, they heard noises from downstairs.

Dylan got into his wheelchair and Clara, almost out of habit, moved behind him to push as they rode the elevator down.

Two men were kneeling in the foyer, shaking all over when they heard the wheelchair approach.

One of them started babbling, "Sir, we really didn't have a choice, please believe us."

Even as he begged, he kept glancing at Clara out of the corner of his eye.

When Dylan and Clara got closer, the man suddenly whipped out a gun and aimed it straight at Clara.

Clara didn't even think-she just reacted, yanking Dylan down with her and diving behind the sofa.

Bang!

wasn't from the man's gun. Someone else

trigger-he was taken out by

hit. Instinctively, she started checking Dylan for injuries, her hands searching for

swallowed. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her close like he wanted to blend her

been shot, but suddenly being hugged like that made her feel like she was tangled up in thick vines, squeezed so

him away when he stood up first, pulling her up

the two men were now pinned face-down on the floor, completely subdued. The gun had been kicked aside and lay quietly

up and realized the magazine was

many people did Dylan have hidden around Palm Bay, anyway? She took a deep breath, looking over at the two men being held down. They were shaking so badly, neither dared to look at

in the middle of the room, his voice cold and

he was talking about taking out the trash, not

pleading with her. "Ms. Clara, we really didn't have a choice! Please, for the sake

vel

ask him to let us

this once!"

couldn't even look at them-after

next to Dylan, watching as the

at one of the guards.

didn't recognize the

He

black,

under a huge hood, like sunlight itself

questioned," the