Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel 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 I dare disturb him so late?"

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

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 time in years, I 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? I 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. I 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 drama. Lincoln seemed to know too much about her whereabouts, likely planning something against Dylan.

She took a deep breath, needing to keep Lincoln at bay for now. "What do you want me to 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 help me figure 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 call me unless 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?