Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 890

Charles sat frozen, staring at his phone, feeling colder with every second that passed.

Clara and Uno were still out at the gala. Charles glanced out the window at MiloBuddy racing around the yard. His eyes stung, turning red in an instant. He felt completely lost.

He was only ten when his oldest brother found him and brought him into the Chester family. That brother had done everything—hunted down doctors, paid for treatments—just to fix the mess of scars on Charles’s face. If it weren’t for him, Charles would’ve grown up looking like a monster.

His oldest brother had always been good to him. Mitch was decent too.

People liked to say he was the Chester family’s stray dog. Charles never minded. Being loyal didn’t make him any less of a person.

But tonight, he was falling apart. Everything he’d trusted in for years was starting to crack, and the feeling that his world was caving in was enough to make him want to scream.

Clara had no clue about any of this. After Louella left, she went off to meet Scarlette.

Scarlette had just wrapped up a business meeting with Carrie, and they were fine-tuning the contract. Once both sides signed, the deal would be sealed.

When Scarlette spotted Clara, she couldn’t help but pull her into a hug. “It’s been forever! You look so thin—are you eating at all?”

Clara managed a smile, lifting a glass of wine. “I heard you’re about to close a huge deal. Congrats! Maybe you’ll be ringing the bell on Wall Street next year?”

Scarlette’s ambitions were never small. She’d worked herself to the bone for this deal, and if it all went well, she was planning to take the company public in the States.

She clinked her glass against Clara’s and gave her a playful shove on the shoulder. “Clara, if you ever need a place to go, you’ve always got a spot at my company.”

Clara let out a soft laugh and nodded. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Suddenly, Scarlette leaned in, eyes sparkling with gossip. “So, is it true? Is Ferguson Corporation really going under? Everyone’s talking about it. I saw Michael and Lucius at the gala, acting like they own the place. And Dylan—where is he? Come on, you have to know.”

Clara dropped her gaze, swirling the wine in her glass. “I really don’t know.”

Scarlette was surprised. Weren’t Clara and Dylan married, and totally in love? How could she not know?

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