NovelFameChapter 575
She hesitated for a few seconds before finally telling the truth.
"You got punished by the family-was it because Walter found out we got married? You're basically untouchable in
the Ferguson family. If anyone could break through your security at Palm Bay, it'd have to be Walter. He might go
easy on you, but me? He'd get rid ofin a heartbeat. | want to leave, but | have to stay alive first."
Dylan rested a hand on her wrist, then gently pinched her cheek. It didn't hurt-it almost felt like a quiet kind of
affection.
Clara quickly brushed his hand away, giving him a weird look and wiping her cheek as if he'd left a mark.
Dylan's lips curved into a small smile, but it faded as fast as it appeared. He called Aiden over and gave a simple
order: "Check it out."
Less than ten minutes later, they heard noises from downstairs.
Dylan got into his wheelchair and Clara, almost out of habit, moved behind him to push as they rode the elevator
down.
Two men were kneeling in the foyer, shaking all over when they heard the wheelchair approach.
One of them started babbling, "Sir, we really didn't have a choice, please believe us."
Even as he begged, he kept glancing at Clara out of the corner of his eye.
When Dylan and Clara got closer, the man suddenly whipped out a gun and aimed it straight at Clara.
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Clara didn't even think-she just reacted, yanking Dylan down with her and diving behind the sofa.
Bang!
The shot rang out, but it wasn't from the man's gun. Someone else had fired first.
The man never got the chance to pull the trigger-he was taken out by a bullet from somewhere farther away.
Clara heard the gunshot, but she had no idea who'd been hit. Instinctively, she started checking Dylan for
injuries, her hands searching for blood.
Dylan saw the worry on her face, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Then, without warning, he wrapped
his arms tight around her, pulling her close like he wanted to blend her right into himself.
Clara was still panicking, worried he'd been shot, but suddenly being hugged like that made her feel like she was
tangled up in thick vines, squeezed so tight she could barely breathe.
She was just about to push him away when he stood up first, pulling her up with him.
Meanwhile, the two men were now pinned face-down on the floor, completely subdued. The gun had been kicked
aside and lay quietly by the coffee table.
Clara picked it up and realized the magazine was still full. The man hadn't even fired a shot.
How many people did Dylan have hidden around Palm Bay, anyway? She took a deep breath, looking over at the
two men being held down. They were shaking so badly, neither dared to look at Dylan.
He sat in the middle of the room, his voice cold and flat. "Deal with them."
Like he was talking about taking out the trash, not ending two lives.
The men immediately turned to Clara, pleading with her. "Ms. Clara, we really didn't have a choice! Please, for
the sake of our families-our kids, our
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parents-please ask him to let us go
this once!"
Clara took several steps back. She couldn't even look at them-after all, they'd just tried to kill her.
She sat down next to Dylan, watching as the men were dragged away.
Dylan glanced at one of the guards. "Everyone else been questioned?"
Clara didn't recognize the person
who answered. He was completeret
shrouded in black, even his hair
hidden under a huge hood, like sunlight itself would burn him.
"All questioned," the figure replied.
In other words, no one else was a problem.
Dylan nodded, then suddenly pulled Clara down to sit beside him.
She had no idea what he was doing and was about to move away when he introduced her, almost casually. ara.
Someone you need to keep
The hooded figure lifted his head just enough to glance at her.
It was only a couple seconds, but Clara felt like he'd memorized every detail
about her her face, her build, everything.
He felt completely emotionless, like a living scanner.
"| got it," he said, nodding. "I'll remember."
Clara couldn't figure out why Dylan had bothered with that introduction. Was this
guy really that important?
The man in black disappeared as quickly as he'd come.
Dylan's attitude toward him was anything but friendly; if anything, he was
unusually serious.
Clara stared after the man's retreating figure, and for sreason, she suddenly thought of Z—someone else
who seemed to belong in the dark.
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