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!

but it wasn't from the man's gun. Someone else had

man never got the chance to pull the trigger-he was

idea who'd been hit. Instinctively, she started checking Dylan for injuries, her hands searching for

on her face, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her

being hugged like that made her feel like she was tangled up in thick vines, squeezed so tight she could

when he stood up first,

the two men were now pinned face-down on the floor, completely subdued. The gun had been

realized the magazine was still full. The man hadn't even

deep breath, looking over at the two men being held down.

the middle of the room, his voice cold and flat. "Deal with

taking out the trash, not ending two

men immediately turned to Clara, pleading with her. "Ms. Clara, we really didn't have

vel

to

this once!"

several steps back. She couldn't even look at

Dylan, watching

glanced at one of the guards. "Everyone else been

recognize the

He

in black, even

like sunlight

questioned," the figure