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."

he wanted to interfere, but Richard just got out, opened the back

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

assistant glanced around the car, but from his angle, he couldn't see Clara— she'd made sure to

started

passenger seat. He didn't say a word, didn't even ask who she was, just turned away to stare out the window,

the car stopped in front of the hospital, Clara caught

she said quietly. "You're the only one who

few seconds, then

he got out. "You two talk," he said, closing the door

lit

no one was following them for now,

had to be

climbed from the front seat to the back, facing Dylan head-on. "You really don't remember

said nothing, just dropped his gaze

grabbed his hand and pressed it to

tried to pull his hand back, but she was stronger

Or had he really grown

out a gun and pressed