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."

interfere, but Richard just got out, opened the back door,

looked at the new assistant. "I'm just

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

back in, started the car, and

he noticed someone was sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn't say a word, didn't even ask who she was, just turned away to stare out the window, lost in

front of the hospital, Clara caught Dylan's

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

few seconds, then turned his

going to answer, so he got out. "You

lit a

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

had to

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

said nothing, just dropped his

and pressed it to

his hand back, but she

let go? Or had he really grown

breath, then suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed it