Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 716

Simon felt a knot tightening in his chest. He couldn't stand Dylan's smug attitude —or Richard's, for that matter. Guys like them always kept their little circle closed, acting like nobody else could ever belong. Who were they trying to impress,

anyway?

"What's so funny?" Simon snapped.

"I'm laughing at you," Richard replied, voice cool and lazy. "You don't even get the basics of how to treat people, but you've still managed to coast for years. If I were you, I'd be worshipping Dylan right now."

Simon's face went dark, like he'd just been slapped across the face.

"If Dylan's so great, why'd he have to steal my girlfriend? I've known Clara forever. Dylan's nothing! Clara used to hate him-he only got close because she lost her memory."

Dylan just traced the rim of his coffee mug, unbothered. He didn't even look up. "You done?"

Simon felt his cheeks burn with humiliation. There it was again—that look, like nobody else mattered.

He sucked in a breath, jaw clenched. "Clara doesn't love you, Dylan. Stop kidding yourself. Just be with Tara and quit making a fool of yourself. Even if you died in front of Clara, she wouldn't care. She already loves someone else, and you know it better than I do!"

Right then, a Ferguson family bodyguard appeared at Simon's elbow.

Simon knew what that meant-his grandfather was going to make him pay.

He managed a smug little smile anyway. "Yeah, I leaked the photos. But it was a waste, wasn't it? Clara doesn't care at all. Just like she doesn't care about you."

dragged out

his hand, eyes steady. "If I were you,

reply. He coughed

moment, he said

"Yeah?"

to

looked over, trying to figure out if

*

touched down, she stared at the house in the distance-now just a pile of ashes. That had

come back for her. She

the closer they got to the rehab

back, voice gentle. "You can wait here, if you want." Emily straightened up, trying to look brave. "No, I want to go with you. Is that okay? I

in the eye, waiting for a

a second, then nodded. "Alright, but stick

out a gun. The familiar weight made her pause, her brow furrowing. Hadn't she tossed this gun years ago? Why was it

glance over, his eyes bright. "Nice gun.

temples, memories jumbled. "No

Charles just shrugged, eyes

here. Let's wrap this up in twenty minutes. We'll start on the outside-twenty guards. Four minutes to clear them. Let's see who

still half lost in

even processed what was happening before Clara and Charles

instantly,