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

jade bracelet on her wrist caught the

leaves.

She looked stunning.

on the phone, growing

maybe

one just like

tree was one of

to find another?

"But-"

to finish. Clara called out from under the tree, "Honey, is it

keep it right here?"

replying to the butler he just hung up and walked over

his voice soft. "If you

next three days were a whirlwind.

party preparations. Clara only caught glimpses of him when

asleep at night.

on the eve of the party, a heavy rainstorm

main hall at Palm Bay was

every last detail for

crowd. She didn't know any of

going

she took

under the covers.

middle of the

of thunder

for the other

Dylan still wasn't

and stepped

a faint glow coming from

to

coming to bed?-but

heard his voice

It wasn't the warm,

she was used

was cold, detached.

him gone. The more thoroughly he disappears,

with him, sounding

pushing a file aside. "A

his, doesn't deserve Clara."

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