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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 245
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Chapter 245

Clara never really thought about digging into her memory loss. As she massaged her temples, she saw another

message from Simon flash on her phone.

"I'll keep looking into it. Don't worry. Just be careful when you're out. | have a feeling someone might be tailing

you."

Clara got out of bed and rifled through her closet, pulling out scertificates she brought with her. Each one

demanded a high level of skill, making her realize she couldn't have been just an ordinary person before. It was

clear she needed to investigate that so-called accident.

The next morning, as she stepped into Ferguson Corporation, she bumped into Lincoln. He'd been showing up a

lot lately, always wearing that sly grin.

He followed Clara to the break room and asked, "I heard Dylan took you out for a meal and is still at home

recuperating?"

Clara knew she had to tread carefully around him to avoid him targeting Z.

"es."

"He must trust you a lot. Would he eat anything you give him, even if you spiked his food with something extra?"

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Clara frowned, wondering what he was up to.

Lincoln pulled out a small white bottle and slowly placed it in her hand. "Long-term use of what's in here will

make someone lose their mind, beceasily angered, and eventually lead to madness or even death from

heart failure."

Clara's face went pale. This guy was out for Dylan's life.

She pushed the bottle back to him. "Mr. Dylan, do you think I'm stupid? This is plotting against the heir of the

Ferguson family. Living peacefully in the Capital after this? Cedric alone would see to it that | wouldn't."

Suddenly, Lincoln's hand was around her throat, squeezing so hard she could barely breathe. This man really

didn't play by the rules and thought Clara was easy to manipulate.

"Clara, I'm not asking. If you don't do it, your dad, your boyfriend, or your useless brother will face the

consequences. Think it over."

He let go of her, slipping the bottle into her pocket.

Clara clutched her neck, her mind racing. No way could she go through with this. Either she had to spill the

beans to Dylan and get him to play along or...

Would Dylan, raised in such a cutthroat environment, really believe her?

As she moved to leave the break room, she found Lincoln waiting outside. True to his name, he looked every bit

the polished gentleman, but his eyes were cold and calculating, like a viper's.

"Clara, here's a tip: even if it's poison, Dylan would eat it from your hands."

His words oozed mockery.

Clara truly despised such deceitful people; they made her skin crawl.

Lincoln, clearly impatient, said, "Half an hour for your answer."

When Clara returned to her desk, she was in a daze. The half-hour slipped by, and Lincoln sent another message.

"If you don't want your dear boyfriend in trouble, make sure Dylan takes the medicine tonight."

Reading it, she jumped up and tried calling Z immediately. But Z didn't pick up.

Getting more anxious, she fired off several messages, but still no response. Her heart sank, and she called

Lincoln.

Lincoln's voice was smug. "Clara, made up your mind?"

Clara's expression was dark. She hated being cornered like this.

"Is he with you?"

"Yep, and | just took a finger. He didn't even scream."

Clara bit her lip. To her, Z was a gentle soul, like a golden retriever. He didn't deserve to be caught up in this

mess.

She took a deep breath. "Let him go, and I'll do as you say."

"Ha, letting him go isn't happening. Until Dylan's taken half the medicine, your boyfriend's staying with me."

Clara hung up abruptly and drove straight to Palm Bay.

As she entered the Palm Bay hall and saw Dylan sitting elegantly on the sofa like

he owned the place, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

Dylan glanced up, his tone cool. "What brings you here?"

Clara took a step back, then suddenly smiled. "Mr. Dylan, | had a change of heart. Thought I'd cby and cook

you a meal."

Dylan's gaze lingered on her, silent for what felt like forever.

Clara's scalp tingled, certain he somehow knew her true intentions.

After another moment, he chuckled softly. "Alright."