PopularNovelChapter 248
Aiden poured Clara a cup of coffee. Taking a sip, she noticed someone leading Lincoln away. Aiden soon followed
them, probably to get sanswers out of him.
Feeling a bit restless with nothing to do and Dylan nowhere in sight, Clara decided to wander around the
Bayview Estate. The place was huge, with several empty houses that seemed to serve no apparent purpose.
As she neared a uniquely designed house, she heard sfaint noises coming from inside. Curiosity piqued, she
pushed the door open. There sat Dylan, casually in a wheelchair, absently fiddling with his fingers, while Lincoln
was sobbing at his feet, pleading for mercy.
Gone was the arrogant man Lincoln once was; he was now just a pitiful wreck. "Dylan, it wasn't me, it was Clara!
She orchestrated everything. | just nudged her a bit, never expecting her to go this far. A woman like her lurking
around you can't mean anything good. You must find out who sent her," Lincoln blabbered, tears and snot
running down his face.
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Clara caught a whiff of blood in the air. Her gaze dropped to Lincoln's legs, now limp and broken. It had only been
ten minutes since he was dragged in, yet Dylan had already done this much damage. His ruthlessness was
shocking.
As Clara stepped back, the floor creaked, catching Dylan's attention. Their eyes met through the small gap in the
door, his dark gaze now carrying a slight hint of amusement.
Feeling a bit awkward, Clara decided to just open the door fully and walk in. Lincoln's face twisted into a crazed
expression at her arrival. "You witch! It's all your fault! | wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you," he ranted.
Clara took a deep breath. Under Dylan's watchful eyes, she delivered a swift kick to Lincoln's head. His head
jerked sideways, a few teeth flying out, his mouth now a bloody mess.
Having seen her fair share of corporate power plays, Clara knew exactly what to do. She quickly declared her
loyalty to Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, | never actually used the drug. Lincoln threatened my boyfriend, forcingto swap
it with vitamins, making him believe I poisoned you. | regretted it immediately and brought him here to make
amends."
Kneeling in front of Lincoln, her voice was steady. "Did you really cut off one of my boyfriend's fingers?" she
asked.
Lincoln was taken aback by her calm demeanor. Any other woman would have fainted at Dylan's intimidating
presence, but she remained unfazed. Clara wasn't just any woman; she was as fierce as Dylan himself!
Blood filled his mouth as fear crept into his eyes. Spotting a guard holding a knife, Clara grabbed it. "You chop
one of his fingers, I'll chop all ten of yours."
Lincoln turned ghostly pale, trying to suppress the urge to vomit blood. "No! No!! | don't even know who your
boyfriend is! You didn't givea name, how would | know where to find him? | only noticed you weren't too
familiar with your so-called boyfriend, so | tried to scare you!"
Clara breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Z was safe.
She initially wanted to leave and get in touch with Z, but having walked into this situation, she couldn't just walk
away.
Lincoln continued to beg Dylan, finally bringing up Cedric's name. "Dylan, Grandpa wouldn't want us fighting like
this. If | die, it'll cause problems with the Ferguson family."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Dylan calmly cocked the gun and aimed it at Lincoln's head. Lincoln's eyes
widened in fear, and before he could say another word, a shot rang out, and he fell.
Clara jumped, her body tense, fingers curling as she swallowed hard. It was at that moment she realized the
cold, unfeeling side of Dylan beneath his polished exterior. He was as emotionless as they come.
Her scalp tingled watching the gun spin elegantly in his hand, and she instinctively dropped to her knees, words
spilling out faster than ever. "Mr. Dylan, if you kill me, who's going to lull you to sleep?"
Dylan paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he handed the gun to a nearby guard. Only then did Clara
realize she had misread his intentions; he hadn't intended to kill her at all.
Quickly, she rubbed her aching knees and tried to stand, careful not to aggravate the wounds still healing from
Cedric's earlier punishment.
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