Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 810

Richard didn't say a word, just kept his hands tight on the steering wheel.

When they pulled up in front of Ferguson Corporation, he didn't ask Clara anything—just picked up his phone and called Dylan.

Even when it was Richard calling, it was still the assistant who answered first. Only after recognizing Richard's voice did the assistant finally pass the phone over to Dylan.

"What's up?" Dylan's voice was clipped.

"Dylan, I have something you need to know. It's about the North American Ferguson family. Can you come down for a minute?"

Richard always seemed to know exactly what Dylan wanted-or needed-to hear.

Clara sat quietly next to him, trying to read his expression, but Richard hung up after a short exchange and pulled the car into the underground garage.

She waited about ten minutes before she saw Dylan step out of the elevator, his new assistant following close behind.

Seeing Dylan again felt strange, almost like it had been a lifetime since the last time. Clara stared, frozen for a few seconds, as he walked straight to Richard's window and knocked lightly.

Richard only cracked the window, his tone as cool as ever. "Busy these days? Aren't you working with the Warren family too? Actually, I was hoping to talk about that today."

hovered behind him, looking like he wanted to interfere, but Richard just got out, opened the

slid into the back seat. Richard looked at the new assistant. "I'm just taking him to my

angle, he couldn't see Clara— she'd made sure to keep

got back in, started

someone was sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn't say a word, didn't even ask who she

the car stopped in front of the hospital, Clara caught Dylan's

only one who

her for a few seconds, then turned

going to answer, so he got out. "You two talk," he said, closing the

he lit

was following them for now, but that could change at

she had to

back, facing Dylan head-on. "You really don't remember anything?" she asked, her voice

just dropped his gaze to his

Clara grabbed his hand and pressed it

to pull his hand back, but

let go? Or had he really grown weaker than her? He

breath, then suddenly pulled out a gun