Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 673

Charles went quiet. Whenever his big brother used that tone, it meant business.

If he kept pushing his luck, he'd probably be banned from the Chester family

estate for good.

A strange heaviness settled in his chest. It felt foreign. He never cared if everyone

over there hated him; honestly, he'd never given them a second thought. He could

have killed them all if he'd wanted-if anything, they should be grateful he hadn't.

Snide remarks, insults, gossip-none of it ever touched him. A butcher doesn't

care what the pigs in the pen are squealing about. He couldn't remember ever

feeling truly angry or hurt because of what someone said.

But right now? He actually felt terrible. Even the flower crown sitting on his head

felt like it weighed a ton.

"Hey, bro, you-"

He didn't get to finish. Suddenly, there was a huge commotion outside.

The manor gates collapsed, flattened under the weight of a dozen cars roaring

onto the property.

The cars screeched to a stop just beyond the garden, and Charles instinctively

tried to put himself between Clara and the chaos.

Then a man stepped out of one of the black cars-Dylan.

Dylan looked pale, almost sickly. The moment he spotted Clara, he lifted his hand

and waved her over.

"Come here."

looked at Dylan for a second, then back at Charles. "Bro,

that?"

called "bro" in front of everyone gave Charles a weird

embarrassment and pride.

glanced at Clara and immediately noticed something was off. He

up with a gentle smile.

be calling

turned to Charles and asked in a

"Is that true?"

his lips together, not saying

car, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "So

up your Atlantic shipping

you?"

into Charles was pointless-he was

eldest Chesters

posted those night market photos online,

have shown

flash of

eyes,

him on

are these the

you wanted to see?"

answer. His anger was simmering,

ringing again-another overseas call.

hurried over to

should

forward, then turned back to

just stared at his phone, frustrated. For the

up

nothing, she walked forward

looked back at him

forward, trying to

guns

every second stretched