Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 293

Chapter 293

Dylan's expression darkened even more. "When we get back to New York, don't clooking foragain."

Eden's face went ghostly pale, staring at him in disbelief. In the past, no matter how big her blunder, Dylan

always found a way to forgive her. But now, he was saying he never wanted to see her again.

Panicking, she was on the verge of tears, quickly dropping to her knees and clinging to his leg. "Dylan, I didn't

mean to. It was just a prank. Who would've thought she'd actually go out to sea? | know | messed up. Please,

take back what you said."

Sof the executives nearby overheard and started getting anxious too. "A prank? In weather like this, going

out to sea is deadly. The waves are enormous, and there could be whirlpools!"

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Eden laughed to herself; her plan had always been for Clara to meet her end. She held onto Dylan's leg, ready to

cry more, when she heard him call, "Aiden."

Aiden quickly helped Eden to her feet, his voice turning stern. "Ms. Eden, don't make this harder than it has to

be."

Eden stood up quickly, but inside, she was confident. Dylan would forgive her eventually. Her lips curled up

slightly, even as tears kept streaming down. "Dylan, don't be mad. | really know | was wrong, and | won't ever do

it again."

But Dylan was already wheeling himself towards the exit, and a few executives tried to block his path. Mr.

Dylan's legs were already in bad shape, and if anything happened now, the Azure Shores project would be at

risk.

"Mr. Dylan, please wait until the storm passes to head out to sea. It's way too dangerous right now."

"Yes, if something were to happen to you, we couldn't take the blame."

Aiden locked Eden in a room and soon returned, smiling at the worried executives. "Which boat is the biggest?

Don't worry, the boss will be fine."

They should have stopped him, but Dylan's determined look made them lower their heads and point out the

largest fishing boat. Azure Shores wasn't fully developed yet, and even its biggest fishing boat was no match for

the cruise ships on the Hudson.

In the pouring rain, umbrellas were useless. The moment they stepped outside, they were soaked. The

executives, scared out of their wits, wanted to follow, but then they heard Dylan say, "Once the rain eases up,

cand get us on the island."

The executives were petrified-was he really going to the island?

"Mr. Dylan..."

But Dylan had already been wheeled away. Aiden pushed Dylan onto the boat, ready to join him, but Dylan said,

"You stay. If | don't make it back, there's a lot you'll need to handle."

Aiden hesitated, then sighed, finally advising, "Boss, be careful with your leg." Dylan set off immediately. The

storm was fierce, with thunder and lightning making the sea look like it was about to be swallowed by the dark

clouds.

Clara, meanwhile, stumbled her way to a little cottage. She was grateful for the chat she'd had with the

executives over dinner; it turned out that because of the Ferguson Corporation's visit, this area had been hooked

up with water, electricity, and sfood supplies. She found the key hidden in a crevice, but the wind was so

strong that when she opened the door, she was nearly blown away. She clung to the doorframe, her face

scratched by the relentless wind.