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

seat. Richard looked at the new assistant. "I'm just taking him

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

started the car, and

car that he noticed someone was sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn't say a word, didn't even

stopped in front of the hospital, Clara

the only one who can get those

few seconds, then turned his

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

lit a

area. His instincts were sharp no one was following them for now, but that could change

knew she had to

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

just dropped

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

hand back, but

had he really grown

breath, then suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed it to