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."

behind him, looking like he wanted to interfere, but Richard

back seat. Richard looked at the new assistant. "I'm just taking him to my office. He'll be

but from his angle, he couldn't see Clara— she'd made

back in, started the car, and drove

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

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

said quietly. "You're the only one who can get those

looked at her for a few seconds, then

out. "You

he lit a cigarette

were sharp no one was following them for now, but that could change

knew she had to be

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

dropped his

grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, over her

He tried to pull his hand back, but she

just unwilling to let go? Or had

a shaky breath, then suddenly pulled out a gun and