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

on her wrist caught the light, perfectly matching the

leaves.

She looked stunning.

on the phone, growing more anxious with

Master, maybe we should

one just like it and put

changed. That tree was one

to find another?

"But-"

Clara called out from

keep it right here?"

butler he

voice soft. "If you

whirlwind. Dylan was busy nonstop,

only caught glimpses of him when

asleep at night.

eve of the party, a heavy

hall at Palm Bay was full of

strangers-finalizing every last detail for

at the crowd. She didn't know any

like going down to

it was finally time for bed, she took a long soak in the

under the covers.

the middle of the night, a

thunder woke her.

for the other side of

still wasn't

pulled her robe tighter and stepped

a faint

was about to call out,

you coming to

heard his voice through

It wasn't the

used

was cold, detached.

gone. The

with him, sounding worried.

pushing a file aside. "A person like that,

his, doesn't deserve Clara."

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