Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 787

Aiden glanced over at the woman still buried in her work. She hadn't bothered with breakfast again, and every now and then she'd look up from her desk, eyes flicking to the door like she was waiting for something or maybe someone. He

honestly had no clue what she was hoping for.

"Sir, Mrs. Ferguson wants to go to Palm Bay. Should I...?"

Dylan paused, his fingers freezing mid-turn of the page, gaze dropping to the file in his hands.

Everyone-Aiden included-always called her "Mrs. Ferguson" in front of him, whether they were talking business or not.

Dylan lowered his eyes, set the file aside, and stood up. He didn't say a word as he walked straight out.

"Sir?" Aiden called after him, but Dylan just stepped into the elevator without looking back.

Aiden leaned over and whispered to Clara, "Mrs. Ferguson, you go on ahead. I don't think he's the type to say no to you."

Clara needed to hear. She relaxed, noticing that the car was already heading toward the downtown area. She pulled out her phone and set

wheel. When he noticed Clara calmly setting the GPS, he smirked. "You really don't

up and leaned back in her seat. "Didn't you come to Capital City to see Charles? He's there too. Giving me a lift is just on your

So, she

tried to remember if he'd ever met her before-maybe a forgotten fling from a past trip? But with a face like hers, he was sure he wouldn't have let it slip

just asked, "Have we met

"You look pretty much the same as your

steering wheel, amused. "And what made

actually

Norman Chester, second son of the Chester family, was the wild one-never serious, always surrounded by

more likely it was just

and Norman almost pulled over. Before he could, Clara spoke up. "Did you notice all the helicopters on that fast stretch? They're looking for me pissed off Walter-today was supposed to be the end of the line for me. Lucky for me, yourshowed up. If you drop me off now, those people will see that you tried to help me

faded

older brother visited the Fergusons, nobody let slip what was