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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 249
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Chapter 249

If Clara hadn't known Dylan's naturally aloof personality, she might've thought he was purposefully trying to

scare her earlier. But that wasn't Dylan's style. As she rubbed her knee, Clara couldn't help but mumble to

herself.

Dylan maneuvered his wheelchair past her, and she hurried to keep up. After today, she realized she couldn't

afford to mess around in front of him anymore; even with his own family, he could be so ruthlessly decisive.

Clara's thoughts were tangled as she carefully pushed his wheelchair, replaying Lincoln's look of shock before his

demise. Who would've thought Dylan would act so swiftly, without a moment's hesitation?

A guy like him, who seemed uninterested in women, appeared to be flawless. A chill ran down Clara's spine. It

made sense that someone without flaws could reach such heights in the Capital and even gain foverseas.

Back in the hall, Clara noticed a few drops of blood on Dylan's shoes-likely from the earlier incident. She quickly

grabbed a tissue, knelt down, and wiped them clean. Dylan watched her with a knowing look, aware she was

trying to get on his good side. She was always adaptable, knowing when to bend and when to stand firm. He said

nothing.

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Clara tossed the tissue in the trash and stood up. "Mr. Dylan, I'll be on my way now."

"Leaving? You brought Lincoln here so openly. Have you thought about the other Fergusons noticing?"

Clara's face turned calm. "Because | trust you'll handle it, Mr. Dylan."

Dylan had held his spot in the Ferguson family for years, dodging countless assassination attempts. His crew was

skilled at managing such messes.

Dylan smoothed out the wrinkles on his sleeve. "Why should | handle it for you?"

"It's for your own good, Mr. Dylan. Lincoln was a direct Ferguson. When he goes missing, Cedric will launch a big

search. If they trace it to me, | won't last under their torture before spilling everything about you."

Clara scratched her cheek, her voice casual. "Or, you could deal withnow, which would be easy for you. But

if you get rid of me, you'd still have to clean up all traces of this mess. Why waste my life when | can still be

useful?"

Dylan's eyes lingered on her for a while before he looked away, a slight smirk on his lips. Silver-tongued.

"Go home."

Back in her car, Clara's back was drenched with sweat. She leaned against the seat, catching her breath, and

wiped her forehead with a tissue. Her perception of Dylan had to change. She'd thought he was well-protected,

that his dirty work was done by others. She hadn't realized he'd personally kill, even if it was family.

If Simon tried something in the future, would Dylan pull the trigger just as easily? Did he even have those human

emotions?

Johnny was right; Dylan was like a perfect machine. He spared her only because she was still useful. Clara was

conflicted but more certain that she and Dylan lived in different worlds. No wonder his presence demanded

respect, making her too scared to act out.

Dylan had climbed to his position over a mountain of bodies and a river of blood. He was like a god, indifferent to

everything. Terrifying.

Clara sat in her car for half an hour, proud of her quick thinking. If she had bolted in fear when she saw Lincoln,

she might've ended up dead before him. A guy like Dylan wouldn't tolerate cowardice. His elegance was

matched by his coldness, and he expected those around him to be just as strong.

Kicking Lincoln and knocking out a few of his teeth was Clara's way of showing Dylan they were cut from the

scloth. Her palms were sweaty as she gripped the steering wheel.

After a shower at home, she finally calmed down and saw a message from Z. [Sick.]

Not just sick-probably upset too. Clara felt a mix of anger and frustration and couldn't resist calling.

"No matter how upset you are, you can't just ignore my calls. Do you know how worried | was?"

"| like it when you're worried about me."

His voice was low and soft, always with a hint of a plea. Clara felt her resolve crumble. In the end, he just needed

sreassurance.