Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 877

She was strong. Clear-headed. And with him, her feelings were completely real- no pretending, no games.

Lowering her lashes, she ended the call.

Clara could guess what they'd said on the other end. She closed her eyes for a moment. "Charlie, you and Uno should come back to Palm Bay with me. Milo and Buddy know their way around there. I'll wait for Dylan to come back and give me some answers. If he doesn't, I'll go with you to North America for a while."

Charles's eyes lit up, a spark of excitement on his face. "Sounds good!"

Back at Palm Bay, Clara had the housekeeper arrange rooms for everyone. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

The next morning, when she came downstairs, she found Uno at the dining table, eating like he hadn't seen food in days.

His eyes were bright, and there were at least a dozen empty plates in front of him -he'd cleaned them all out.

The housekeeper, standing nearby, patted her chest, still looking a little shaken. "Ma'am, I got such a fright last night. I came down and saw someone eating raw meat—I thought for a second Milo or Buddy had turned into some kind of monster."

Honestly, anyone would be freaked out seeing someone eating raw meat in the middle of the night.

Clara suddenly remembered-she'd forgotten to get Uno any dinner last night. He couldn't really communicate, so he must've come downstairs for food on his own.

She smiled. "Let's make sure there's always plenty of food for him from now on." The housekeeper nodded, then quietly grumbled, "I've never seen anyone eat this much. This is his second round already! What if he eats himself sick?"

Uno licked the last plate clean, then even sucked the sauce off his fingers.

Me, with you. Good," he said, in his slow,

he meant. She stepped up, grabbed a

her, a flash of surprise passing over

when you eat. And get some exercise after. You can stay with me, but

a steak knife between his

Uno, but right now, there was no other way-this was

Dylan were settled, she'd think about finding

slowly. Just as she was finishing, her phone rang a call from Ferguson Corporation's

week before,

it was Conlan on the

Aiden hasn't been seen in ages, and Mr. Dylan's been missing for almost a

piling up,

showing up a lot. Mr. Dylan might have the shares, but if this keeps up, the

Corporation revolved around Dylan. Without him or Aiden, and with the rest of the family stirring up trouble, the management didn't dare

her temples. Where was Dylan? How could he just leave

by this afternoon. Get all the recent files and reports together for me, I'll take a

Fergusons... they're a real headache. They're part of the family, and they

had always been a troublemaker. Justin used to keep out of the

Dylan, and now they hated

absence to combine their shares and

smashed up the Ferguson family's ancestral hall, and the

several times, but

to get mad. It was