Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 234

Chapter 234

Clara let out a sigh, hesitant to respond in a way that might hurt him.

"I'll definitely reach out next time."

"Yeah, miss you, think about you every day."

Clara was grinning at her phone when she felt someone standing in front of her. She looked up to find Lincoln.

His expression was dark. "Ms. Clara, texting Dylan at this hour? Isn't he asleep yet?"

Clara frowned slightly, picking up on his sarcasm. "I'm chatting with my boyfriend. Mr. Dylan is my boss; how

could | dare disturb him so late?"

Lincoln's eyes widened slightly, like he'd just uncovered something big.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Clara, uninterested in his games, was about to reply to Z when Lincoln's mocking voice cut in. "Don't you think

Dylan's acting a bit odd with you, Clara? Taking you to that kind of place last night? First tin years, | bet. And

you can go in and out of Palm Bay and even join his meetings."

The more he talked, the more Clara's mood darkened. She put her phone away and stood up calmly. "Mr. Dylan,

are you tracking me?"

Lincoln sneered, "Are you really clueless, or just playing dumb? | thought Dylan's feelings were obvious. He likes

you; you're different. He doesn't treat others like this."

"Mr. Dylan, let's be careful with our words. | work at Ferguson Corporation and have no interest in starting rumors

with my boss."

Lincoln gave her a long look, then chuckled dryly. "Seems like you don't care about him at all. Makes things

easier. Let's chat somewhere else."

Clara frowned, wanting no part in the Ferguson family's . Lincoln seemed to know too much about her

whereabouts, likely planning something against Dylan. People thought Dylan's legs were done for, making him

seem like an easy target. She considered refusing, but Lincoln seemed like a shady character-you never knew

what tricks he might pull.

"Alright, let's talk on the balcony at the end of the corridor."

The hospital was getting busy, so surely, he wouldn't try anything here.

Once they reached the corridor, Lincoln pulled out a card. "Clara, you care a lot about your boyfriend, right? | can

find out who he is, where he works, and who his relatives are in just a day. If you don't want him dragged into

this, you better listen to me. Otherwise, the next tyou see him, it might be in a coffin."

Lincoln saw Clara as easy to manipulate, so he got straight to the point.

Clara's face turned icy; she hadn't expected Z to be in danger because of her. He was just a waiter, sensitive and

insecure, yet always excited to see her, making him vulnerable.

She took a deep breath, needing to keep Lincoln at bay for now. "What do you wantto do?"

Lincoln's lips twisted into a grin as he placed the card in her hand, along with his business card. "Keep me

updated on Dylan's whereabouts, and helpfigure out if his legs are really beyond repair."

Everyone in the Capital was curious about Dylan's condition.

Clara gave a small smile. "Alright, but Mr. Dylan is sharp. Don't callunless it's urgent-just text."

Lincoln added her as a contact, flashing a grin that was more threat than warmth. "Let's hope Ms. Clara

cooperates, for the sake of your little boyfriend."

He threw in "little" to emphasize his assumption that Clara's boyfriend was just a regular guy, easy to

manipulate. If he could handle the Bradford family, why worry about an ordinary guy?