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.

almost brushing his knee. Dylan's expression changed instantly, his tone tight

low, the warning

She stumbled, her hip smacking into the edge of the desk. The sharp pain made her jerk back, and she fell straight into

was just about to push her away again when the door

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

before rushing into the room.

sweetheart!" Right behind her 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 everyone's feelings about

sat there, tense and clearly struggling. You didn't have to be a genius to guess what everyone thought

her hands. “This

Double happiness? In a few

son, and thanks to him, her second son was now an outcast in

of the room could only stare, exchanging confused looks. Tara, looking startled, quickly pulled away

the way everyone was positioned

Tara said quickly. “Dylan

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

Walter cut in, turning

barely hanging

effects of the drug. He tried to speak, but suddenly coughed

slumped over, unconscious.

"Dylan!" someone shouted.