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."

didn't answer. His assistant hovered behind him, looking like he wanted to interfere, but Richard just got out, opened the

the new assistant. "I'm just taking him to my office. He'll be back in

angle, he couldn't see Clara— she'd

back in, started the car,

was sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn't

stopped in front of the hospital, Clara caught

needs your help," she said quietly. "You're the only one who can get those specialists back from

few seconds, then turned his eyes

saw he wasn't going to answer, so he got out. "You two talk," he said, closing the door

he lit a

following them

had to

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

said nothing, just dropped his gaze to his

pressed it to her chest,

his hand back, but

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

shaky breath, then suddenly pulled out a