Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 661

"Dylan!"

It was the first time Mrs. Ferguson ever called him by his full name, her fury so sharp she nearly lost her balance.

Dylan spun his wheelchair around, ready to leave without another word.

Mrs. Ferguson, shaking, waved over the nearest person, her voice cracking with panic. "What are you standing there for? Go find him! Now!"

She knew Dylan too well. If he said he'd do something, he'd do it no matter the cost.

She'd thought he was just being impulsive, never imagining he'd actually risk his life.

Quickly, she made another call. "Restore the deleted security footage. Give everything to Aiden."

With that done, she drained her cold tea in one gulp. All her usual composure and careful scheming disappeared in that single moment.

Meanwhile, Aiden was still frustrated, unable to find any trace of the missing footage. Then, out of nowhere, the entire set of surveillance videos landed on his desk in less than three minutes.

But whoever took Clara had planned it well. It'd been late at night, and the road to the temple was chosen for a reason-there were no cameras anywhere along that stretch.

was just nothing. No more sign of them on

on the monitor and pointed to

there. And look this way too-that's all wild hills, about ten kilometers from the temple. These cars didn't come back for

The truth was still up in

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waited at home for three days, not hearing another word about

Ferguson, as she always did, just to check in. It was a habit—one that had kept them close

Ferguson's

"Tara, dear."

I

on her sofa, still rattled. After everything

mind," she muttered. "He actually said he'd die for Clara.

any

years, ever since Dylan left,

care about anything-so detached he almost

all the time, when he was warm and kind to everyone. She didn't

of it had just shut him down She didn't pry-after all,

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