Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 165

Eden felt her eyes start to water, and she bit her lip, running through the timeline again in her head. Simon gently let go of her wrist and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "It's all good. You're free to go," he said.

Eden glanced at the red mark on her pale wrist, her eyes welling up from the pain. "Seriously, Simon, what's up with you tonight? You're acting all mysterious. I'm done playing this game with you." She stormed off downstairs, clearly upset.

Back in his room, Simon immediately called one of the business partners who had been at the dinner. The man had just returned home and was half-asleep, so he answered groggily.

"Mr. Simon?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, it's me. I need a quick word. Clara was at the dinner with you guys tonight, right? And Dylan too. What time did it wrap up?"

The partner paused, thinking. "Around seven, I guess. But Clara seemed a bit off. Didn't she used to dislike Mr. Dylan? Why were they in the same private room?"

He yawned. "Anyway, that's Ferguson Corporation's business, not mine."

Simon hung up, gripping his phone tightly. The dinner ended around seven, but Clara didn't leave the hotel until after nine. Who was she seeing during that time?

Dylan also wrapped up around seven. He should've gone straight to meet Eden, but she mentioned he was late, barely ate, and even ran into Clara on his way out. Even if Simon were clueless, he couldn't help but suspect something was going on between Dylan and Clara.

Clara had even spent the night at Palm Bay, leaving with a mark on her neck, which she claimed was a mosquito bite. All signs pointed to the truth: Clara and Dylan were romantically involved.

Simon's whole body trembled with anger, and something fierce was roaring inside him, desperate for release. He turned on his heel, dashed downstairs, and drove straight to where Clara lived.

Clara was sleeping peacefully when the doorbell started ringing like crazy, echoing through her place. She frowned, pulling a pillow over her head. Who in their right mind would ring a bell like that?

She wasn't about to deal with it, and even put on headphones to block out the noise. She finally found some peace, but Simon couldn't rest. He had to see her tonight.

Scarlette looked him over, noting his disheveled state. "Mr. Simon, you look like a mess. Maybe take a breather. If I were Clara, I'd be too freaked out to open the door."

But Simon couldn't chill out! He wiped his face, immediately dialing Aiden. "Where's Dylan?"

Aiden gave him a location. Dylan was out drinking with Richard and a few others. This group often hung out together.

In the Capital, there was a little clique so exclusive, that it only had four members: Dylan, Richard, Jackson, and Nicholas. Each one of them was a big shot in their networks, and they just so happened to be friends.

Simon sped over to Moonlight, a spot with a few rooms reserved exclusively for these four members. He barged into the suite and saw Dylan, glass in hand.

Tonight, Dylan's vibe was different. Maybe the dim lighting gave him an air of indulgence.