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!

out, but it wasn't from

the chance to pull the trigger-he was taken out by a bullet from somewhere

she had no idea who'd been hit. Instinctively, she started checking Dylan for injuries, her hands

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

being hugged like that made her feel like she was tangled up in thick vines,

push him away when he stood up first, pulling her

face-down on the floor, completely subdued. The gun had been kicked aside and lay quietly by the coffee

it up and realized the magazine was

over at the two

of the room, his voice cold and flat.

talking about taking out the

"Ms. Clara, we really didn't have a choice! Please, for

vel

to let us

this once!"

steps back. She couldn't even look at them-after all, they'd just tried to

watching as the

one of the guards. "Everyone

didn't recognize the

He

in black, even his

huge hood, like sunlight itself

the