Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 898

She searched the entire second floor, refusing to stop until she found him. After

an hour, even the servants had joined in, worry etched across their faces. Finally, one of them, eyes rimmed red, spoke up softly, "Ma'am, did something really happen to Mr. Davis? We all saw the news."

Clara froze in place, everything suddenly feeling unreal, as if she were standing outside of her own life. So the news wasn't just some terrible nightmare. It was real. Dylan was gone.

She took a shaky step back, ignoring the servant's question. Without another word, she headed downstairs, got in her car, and drove straight to Westhill Cemetery.

This place held Dylan's secrets-if he was still alive, this was where he'd come. He always did.

She called Richard again. He picked up but didn't say anything. Clara was quiet for a moment, then said, "I want to go in. To Westhill Cemetery."

Richard let out a long, heavy breath. "Go ahead."

She ended the call and passed through the second checkpoint without any trouble. When she reached the manor at the cemetery's heart, she braced herself for resistance, but nobody stopped her this time.

hours, searching for anything, any sign of him. Nothing. Just the staff, moving around quietly, as if they too were ghosts

sky in gold and pink. From the hilltop, the view was breathtaking. Clara let out a bitter little laugh and sat down, staring at the fading light, her mind empty

wanted to believe this was just one of Dylan's twisted games, that he was punishing her

last sliver of sunlight vanished and the cold crept in. When she finally stood up, her legs were numb and unsteady. She almost tripped

time she left Westhill Cemetery, night had fallen. Outside, she saw Ryan waiting by the car, Uno standing next to

an oversized tracksuit, hood pulled

barely acknowledged them, just walked past and climbed into the car,

settling beside her in the backseat. They drove in silence, heading home. But halfway there, Clara spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to

tightened on the steering wheel, but he didn't argue. He

Bay was chaos

Lucius were already there. The staff was packing, up ready to leave When Clara walked in, some of

forward, speaking

Ferguson family sent people—they're taking the

looked at Justin and Lucius, who were lounging on the sofa like they