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!

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

trigger-he was taken out by

hit.

warning, he wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her close like he wanted to

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

when he stood up first, pulling

pinned face-down on the floor, completely subdued. The gun had been kicked

magazine was still full. The man hadn't even fired

hidden around Palm Bay, anyway? She took a deep breath, looking over at the two men

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

out the trash, not ending

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

vel

to

this once!"

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

sat down next to Dylan, watching as the

one of the guards. "Everyone

recognize

answered. He

in black, even

a huge hood, like

the figure