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. Dylan's expression

voice was low, the

her hip smacking into the edge of the desk. The sharp pain

about to push her away again when the

of the

gasping in what looked like shock before rushing into the room.

to absolute delight. "Dylan, you finally figured it out, sweetheart!" Right behind her was Mrs. Warren from the Warren family. She'd

tense and

hands. “This is wonderful!

a few minutes, this so-called celebration

her second son was

the room could only stare, exchanging confused

they hadn't even touched. But the way everyone

you think,” Tara said quickly. “Dylan

and took Tara's hand. “With so many people here today,

before she could finish, Walter cut in, turning to Dylan. "What's going

was barely

tried to speak, but

slumped over, unconscious.

"Dylan!" someone shouted.