She shot Simon a look and said, “Told you so. He did exactly what I said he would. Mr. Simon, let’s face it—you and Clara are never going to happen.”
Right now, Megan had no way to get close to anyone else in the Ferguson family. All she could do was keep poking at Simon, hoping he’d snap and do something reckless. If he did, she’d be right there to reap the rewards.
Simon sucked in a shaky breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. He wanted nothing more than to smash it to pieces.
How could Dylan pull something like this?
His jaw clenched tight. “Tara from the Warren family came back this morning. The Warrens are throwing her a welcome party—she’s Grandpa’s handpicked daughter-in-law. I’ll wait to see what Grandpa says. Also, I’ve got a job for you: find out if Dylan’s hiding a kid somewhere.”
He’d meant to ask Eden about it, but Eden had been sent away before he got the chance.
Still, Simon was sure—Dylan definitely had a child, and Eden knew where the kid was.
If he could track down the child and use them to threaten Dylan, Dylan would be completely trapped.
For a second, Megan’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly collected herself. At this point, nothing about Dylan surprised her anymore.
The first time she realized Dylan had feelings for Clara, she’d thought the world had lost its mind.
Years had passed, and she’d nearly gotten used to it. The only thing that hadn’t faded was her jealousy toward Clara—it just kept growing.
“I’ll take care of it,” she said.
After hanging up, Simon scrolled through his contacts and found Tara’s number.
In the city’s upper crust, everyone knew Tara. If Dylan was the most impressive guy around, Tara was the queen of the socialites. Her family background spoke for itself, and everyone remembered how she’d once openly chased after Dylan—only to be turned down flat.
A calm, confident voice picked up on the other end. “Simon?”
Simon forced a smile. “Tara, long time no see. I heard you’re back—have you reached out to Dylan yet?”
Tara glanced at the documents in her hand, a little amused. “Not yet. He should show up at the family party tonight.”
“Don’t count on it. Have you seen what he’s been up to lately? He’s completely obsessed with some woman now—he’s even started going against Grandpa in public.”
Tara’s face didn’t change. She’d been catching up on all the city drama since she got on the plane—her inbox was full of updates.
She’d already looked into Clara. Honestly, she didn’t see her as any real competition. Even if Dylan married her, so what? People got divorced all the time.
Tara had plenty of confidence. After all, the reason Dylan turned her down years ago was because he said he liked someone else.
Back then, everyone assumed he was hung up on the late Shelly. Now that he was marrying Clara, it was probably because Clara reminded him of Shelly in some way.
Just a stand-in. Tara wasn’t worried.
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