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."

for a second, then back at

that?"

everyone gave Charles a

embarrassment and pride.

at Clara and immediately noticed something was off.

then looked up with a gentle smile. "Clara,

be calling

were pure and clear. She turned to Charles and asked

"Is that true?"

together, not saying

crossed his

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

you?"

sense into Charles

eldest Chesters could

those night market photos online,

wouldn't have shown

of murderous intent

Charles's eyes, but just

him

are these

you wanted to see?"

His anger was simmering, but then his

ringing again-another overseas call.

over to Clara. "Ms.

You should go

forward, then turned

just stared at his phone, frustrated. For the first

pick up

when he said nothing, she

and looked back at him

trying to catch up and

of guns aimed

every second stretched