Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 703

"I was just helping out downstairs and left my phone there. Dylan, do you have yours on you?"

She walked over slowly, her voice soft, almost gentle. On the surface, she seemed genuinely worried about Dylan, but there was a playful glint in her eyes that gave her away.

The truth was, this drug had been specially requested by Kayla from her uncle. Last time, her uncle had failed to take out Clara and carried that guilt ever since. So when Kayla explained her plan, he handed over the most potent stuff he had.

Rumor had it that even a tiny dose could make any man lose his mind.

Dylan, for all his famous self-control, wasn't exactly in the best shape. No matter how strong his willpower, his body wouldn't be able to fight this off for long. A few minutes—that's all she needed.

And Tara was sure Kayla had more tricks up her sleeve. Otherwise, she'd be too naive for words.

She leaned in, reaching for Dylan's phone, her body inching closer to his—just enough to close the distance without making it obvious.

At first, Dylan just felt hot. But soon the heat was joined by a strange numbness, his limbs growing heavy, his movements slow. He tried to reach for his phone, but Tara was faster, easily snatching it up.

“I'll call them for you,” she offered. “You're not feeling well, and besides, the door won't open."

But just then, the phone slipped from her fingers and landed right at Dylan's feet.

brushing his knee.

low, the

her hip smacking into the edge of the desk. The sharp pain made her jerk back,

to push her away

along with the rest of the Ferguson family. And of course, it was

what looked like shock before rushing

behind her was Mrs. Warren from the Warren family. She'd come early, partly because she was close with Mrs.

where they stood, Tara looked disheveled, half-collapsed in Dylan's lap, while Dylan just sat there, tense and clearly struggling.

clapped her hands. “This is wonderful!

the sidelines. Double happiness? In a few minutes, this so-called celebration would turn into

dared to hurt her eldest son, and thanks to him, her second son was now

the room could only stare, exchanging confused looks. Tara, looking startled,

they hadn't even touched. But the way everyone was positioned made it look exactly the

Tara said quickly. “Dylan isn't

undeterred, bustled forward and took Tara's hand. “With

cut in, turning to

barely hanging

the drug. He tried to speak, but

slumped over, unconscious.

"Dylan!" someone shouted.