Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 777

Clara pressed her fingers to her forehead, trying to rub away the pain that stabbed behind her eyes. It just wouldn't let up, and she was starting to struggle to keep it together.

Charles watched her from the passenger seat, worry etched all over his face. He wanted to say something, but seeing how pale she looked, he held back.

That's when his phone buzzed. Griffin-his oldest brother.

This time, Griffin didn't bother with pleasantries. "What did you do at the Capital today?"

Charles's heart sank. So, Griffin had already heard about what happened at the Ferguson family's place.

"Uh, bro, I..."

Griffin's voice dropped as he set aside whatever he'd been looking at. "How many times have I told you? Stay out of trouble."

Charles mumbled a reply. Honestly, he was never really sure what Griffin considered "trouble."

"Mitch, it's time to come back. The Ferguson mess isn't your responsibility. I can hardly guess what the old man wants, and there's no way you'll figure it out either."

Charles hesitated, glancing over at Clara staring blankly out the window. He took a long breath. "Griffin, let me stay a few more days, okay? My sister-"

by blood, Mitch. I know you're lonely, but if you need someone to hang

take Clara's place in his heart. But Griffin always acted like he was

like him—he shook it off

first time he'd ever flat-out

Griffin stared at his phone for a moment, then called Norman. "Aren't you still in Country Z? Go to the Capital, find Mitch, and

still on the curb. “Mitch likes having fun, just let him be. You're going to get wrinkles if you keep stressing out

"You're one to talk. Compared to you,

just laughed, smirking a little. "Alright, alright. On another note, I finally got some info about her. Once I find her, I'll

like these two were going

was suddenly

a masquerade in Country

just to

like. Everyone had been wearing masks that night. Norman always said it was the way she moved that got his attention. He'd tried to run after her for her number, but she disappeared before he

up and hung

sat in silence. Ten minutes

you want to do

to

We'll go to Palm