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

that?"

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

embarrassment and pride.

glanced at Clara and immediately noticed something was off.

looked up with

should be calling me

eyes were pure and clear. She turned to Charles

"Is that true?"

his lips together, not

a car, crossed his arms and

to give up your Atlantic shipping line? Didn't your

you?"

talking sense into Charles

Chesters could keep him

someone hadn't posted those night market photos online,

wouldn't have shown up

flash of murderous intent

eyes,

clapped him on

"Bro, are these the

you wanted to see?"

didn't answer. His anger was simmering, but then

ringing again-another overseas call.

doctor saw his chance and hurried over to Clara. "Ms. Clara,

should

took a hesitant step forward, then turned back to

his phone, frustrated. For the first time ever,

up

nothing, she walked forward another

and looked back at

rushed forward, trying to catch up

all of a sudden, dozens of guns aimed right at him. The whole place

every second