Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 687

Mrs. Ferguson almost fainted on the spot, clutching at the nearest person and

desperately asking what had happened.

A maid passing by, seeing her panic, quickly tried to explain. "Ms. Clara liked that

tree before she left, so the young master had it dug up for her."

Unbelievable.

Mrs. Ferguson's face went chalk white, and she collapsed right then and there.

She was convinced now-Clara had come to curse the Ferguson family. Of all

things, she'd had to take the family's lucky tree. Maybe Clara really was their bad

luck charm, just like those ill-fated stars people whispered about, destined to bring

trouble wherever she went.

Meanwhile, Clara was totally oblivious to the chaos she'd caused. When she got

back to Palm Bay, she asked someone to plant the tree just outside her floor-to-

ceiling windows.

The roots had barely settled when the butler called Dylan, sounding frantic.

"Young Master, Mrs. Ferguson just fainted."

Dylan frowned. Wasn't she fine just a little while ago? How did things go south so

quickly?

"Did someone upset her?"

The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Ms. Clara took the tree Mrs.

Ferguson brought back from the temple. It meant a lot to her. She got too worked

up and passed out."

Dylan paused, his gaze shifting to Clara.

She was standing under the newly planted tree, gently touching its leaves. The

wrist caught

leaves.

She looked stunning.

the phone, growing more

maybe we

Find another one just like it

changed. That tree was one of a

to find another?

"But-"

didn't get to finish. Clara called out from

keep it right here?"

butler he just hung up and walked over

soft. "If you

three days were a whirlwind.

glimpses of him when she

asleep at night.

of the party, a heavy

The main hall

every last detail for the

looking down at the crowd. She didn't know

like going down

took

under the covers.

the middle of the

of thunder

the other side of

Dylan still

pulled her robe tighter and stepped quietly into

house was silent except for a faint glow coming

was about to call

you coming to bed?-but

his voice through

wasn't the warm,

was used

was cold, detached.

wanted him gone. The more thoroughly he

with him,

eyes, pushing a file aside. "A person like that,

his, doesn't deserve Clara."

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