Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Clara winced as her back ached from the impact, but she quickly pulled herself together. "I just got a bit turned

around," she said, trying to sound casual.

Jackson immediately shot back, "You weren't just lost. You looked like you were sneaking around on purpose,

trying to eavesdrop. Clara, I've told you before, if you see me, keep your distance, or | can't promise | won't lose

my cool."

To emphasize his point, he brandished a gun and loaded a bullet with unsettling speed. A shiver ran down Clara's

spine. Jackson was clearly off his rocker, bringing a gun to a place like this. Instinctively, she ducked behind the

sofa where Dylan was sitting.

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Dylan, with his fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey, said calmly, "Jackson, put the gun down."

Jackson grimaced, grumbling as he set the gun aside, but his tone was still harsh. "Clara, get out."

Clara wasn't clueless; it was clear both Richard and Jackson couldn't stand her. But Richard wasn't as extras

Jackson, who seemed ready to escalate things. What had she done to deserve such hostility?

Logically, Dylan should despise her too. So, why did he step in to stop Jackson? Her mind raced, and she quickly

figured it might be thanks to Simon's influence. Swallowing hard, she said, "I'll head out right away."

Just as she was about to leave, Dylan spoke up again, "The guys outside are looking for you."

She froze mid-step. Oh right, there were smen outside waiting to cause trouble for her. The presence of

these three influential figures in the room kept them at bay. If she left now, she'd be walking right into their trap.

But staying here was suffocating, especially under Jackson's murderous glare. Taking a deep breath, she scanned

the room for another way out. The room only had two exits, and there was no guarantee either was safe.

After a few minutes of thinking it over, Clara reluctantly perched on the edge of the sofa next to Dylan. It was a

three-seater, and she sat as far from him as possible, wishing she could disappear.

Jackson wanted to throw in a few more digs, but he noticed Dylan's expression, decided to hold back and

switched to his own issues. "Dylan, when you guys head back, don't mention you saw me."

He'd cback hon Dylan's private jet, and hardly anyone knew he was back. Jackson had spent three

years abroad, hoping the Dawson family would annul his marriage. But the girl had stayed with the Dawsons for

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three years and they even had a house.

Though Jackson had never visited this so-called home, being married made him uncomfortable. He wanted a

divorce and hoped his friends could help sort it out. Dylan had met the woman who married into the Dawson

family.

"She's actually quite nice. Maybe you should try getting to know her."

"What?! You must be kidding. She cfrom a modest family, and her parents practically twisted my

grandfather's arm to get her married into our family. That's basically selling her! She's just a commodity her

family pawned off to the Dawsons!"

Jackson's eyes were full of disdain as he swirled his drink. "She is remarkably composed. Over the past three

years, nobody in my family besides my grandfather has bothered to see her, yet she stays in that marital home

without causing any trouble. It seems like she intends to hold on to her position."