Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 525

When Aiden climbed into the car behind Dylan, he heard him snap, “Who told you to turn on the TV?”

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Dylan looked frustrated. “I just wanted Ms. Clara to know the truth. She always thinks the worst of you, boss.”

In Clara’s eyes, Dylan would do anything for Eden—even if it meant crossing the line.

Dylan didn’t respond. He just stared out the window, looking calm but distant. His fingers trembled as he reached for his meds, but Aiden quickly stopped him.

“Boss, let’s just get through tonight first. It’s going to be rough.”

In more than twenty years, Walter had never lost face like this. The Ferguson family, always so untouchable, had become everyone’s favorite gossip overnight.

Dylan had really let him down this time.

Now, the old Ferguson mansion was already crowded with people.

Dylan stayed silent, closing his eyes slowly, as if none of this mattered to him.

Aiden glanced at him in the rearview mirror. Same as always—he never had a clue what his boss was really thinking.

And then, there was the kid…

No one really knew who the kid’s mother was. Aiden had been by Dylan’s side for years and had learned to only ask what needed to be asked—never more. So there were plenty of things he was still in the dark about.

He pressed down on the gas, speeding all the way to the old Ferguson mansion. When they finally pulled up, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Walter’s pissed this time. He might…”

He might try to strip Dylan of his power.

But Dylan owned a large chunk of the company. Even if Walter packed the management with his own people, it wouldn’t be enough to knock Dylan out of place.

It all depended on what Dylan wanted to do next.

Dylan sat in his wheelchair and rolled into the mansion. The place was quiet—too quiet.

The living room was full, with Walter sitting in the center.

A cup of tea sat untouched in front of Walter. He didn’t look angry, but everyone else in the room was watching with barely hidden glee.

Dylan wheeled forward and spoke just one word.

“Father.”

Aaron lounged on the sofa nearby, looking way too pleased with Dylan’s predicament.