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.

her head almost brushing his knee.

voice was low, the

even further to grab the phone. Suddenly, Dylan shoved her away. She stumbled, her hip smacking into the edge of the desk. The sharp

just about to push

along with the rest of the Ferguson family. And of

shock before rushing into the room. "Oh

was Mrs. Warren from the Warren family. She'd come early, partly because she was close with Mrs. Ferguson, and partly to get a read on

while Dylan just sat there, tense and clearly

Ferguson clapped her hands. “This is wonderful! Double the happiness

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

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

stare, exchanging confused looks. Tara,

even touched. But the way everyone was positioned made it look exactly the

Tara said quickly.

Tara's hand. “With so

could finish, Walter cut in, turning to Dylan.

barely hanging

He tried to speak, but suddenly coughed up Ood. His vision swam and

slumped over, unconscious.

"Dylan!" someone shouted.