Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 737

The doctor shook his head and said quietly, “Sir, the major families in North America, together with the local tycoons, have the economy locked down tight. We may have money, but unless we establish ourselves over there, no one’s going to tell us anything.”

The Ferguson family in North America—Dylan knew he had to go. Even if it was just for Clara, he needed answers.

He closed the file, his eyelashes lowering. “Maybe back then... I should’ve stopped it.”

But selfishness had gotten the best of him. When he heard those people say she’d lose her memory, a twisted hope had flared up in his chest.

And sure enough, after she forgot everything, she reached out to him first. It was the moment he’d secretly wanted for years.

“Sir, this isn’t your fault. Even if you’d stopped that last time, Mrs. Ferguson would still have episodes of amnesia. This one just lasted longer than usual. The people behind it are based in North America. We don’t know if they’ve got people here in the country, so you and Mrs. Ferguson need to be careful.”

Everyone connected to the Ferguson family was watching that spot like hawks.

Dylan used to be the frontrunner, but after ending up in a wheelchair these past two years, the assassination attempts dropped by half overnight.

Everyone assumed he was out of the game.

And the Fergusons in North America hadn’t made any real moves either. The family elder had kept his mouth shut all these years.

Dylan lowered his eyes, his voice soft. “The medicine you gave me last time was supposed to help her recover. Why didn’t it work?”

“You asked me to avoid anything too strong. The medicine I gave you is gentle—it can help her remember, but it takes time. Lately, she’s been getting headaches. If we'd used something stronger, she could’ve ended up in a coma for a month.”

Dylan rubbed his fingertips together, thinking of what to say, when his phone buzzed.

It was a message from her.

[What do you want to eat? I’ll bring something back.]

Clara hadn’t planned on going back to Palm Bay, but for some reason, an image of Dylan sitting alone on the couch popped into her mind.

She stopped in front of a dessert shop and figured she’d ask if he wanted anything.

He probably wasn’t into sweets, right?

But the moment she asked, he actually said yes.

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