Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 523

Eden’s eyes shot wide open, convinced she must be hearing things.

“What did you just say? Say that again!”

The man standing in front didn’t even seem to notice her panic. He just repeated himself, his voice dead serious.

“The CEO wants us to send you overseas—to reunite you with your father.”

With how selfish Henry was, even if he found out he had a living daughter through some random news online, he’d never give Eden a good life. The man had moved abroad, dated a string of women, and fathered kids everywhere.

Those kids would do anything to get their hands on his inheritance. To them, Eden was just another rival out of nowhere—someone to get rid of.

Going abroad would be a death sentence. Eden could practically see it: assassination attempts every few hours until she ran out of luck.

Realizing the trap she was in, Eden just cracked. She started laughing—wild, manic, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She’d thought she was one step ahead. She never imagined Dylan could actually throw her away for Clara’s sake.

Dylan, Dylan... After everything you’ve done, Clara still doesn’t care about you.

You’re the real loser here.

Pathetic.

Eden’s eyes burned with hate as she clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down.

“Let me see Dylan. Just one more time—I have something to say to him.”

But the men just propped her up, unmoved.

“Ms. Eden, don’t waste your time.”

Eden fought back hard, biting the arm of the man holding her.

“Let go! Let go of me! I’m not leaving this country! I’d rather die than go!”

Before she could say anything else, the hospital room door flew open—Simon walked in.

Eden latched onto him instantly, like a drowning person finding a lifeline, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Simon hadn’t expected things to go down like this. He’d wanted to get the truth about the child out of Eden. Now, staring at the men in front of him, he let out a bitter laugh.

“No matter how far Eden falls, she’s still a Ferguson. Aren’t you worried I’ll come after you for this?”

The men didn’t even blink.

“Sorry, Mr. Simon. We have to get Ms. Eden to the plane. If you have a problem, take it up with the CEO.”

Simon’s face went dark as he watched them walk away. There was nothing he could do.

He slammed his fist into the wall, his chest heaving with anger.

Dylan.

Dylan, you really are something else. Every step—calculated. Even your feelings for Clara, hidden so well. Who knows what else you’re keeping secret?

Simon felt a shot of adrenaline. After this, there was no way Grandpa would ever trust Dylan again.