Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Clara couldn't be bothered to listen to Simon's endless chatter, and her brow knitted in slight annoyance. She

was trying to remember who she had really seen through Simon's face. Why was her memory so blank?

After Simon finished his self-praise, he turned to her with an earnest question, “Do you think the accident might

have been a hidden blessing? Maybe it jogged smemories. You used to look atso intensely, like you

couldn't imagine being apart."

Clara's lips twitched. Was it really intense focus, or was she just trying to see someone else in him? Her mind

remained a frustrating blank.

Simon started boasting again. "By the way, I've been digging into the accident that caused your amnesia. It

wasn't as simple as it seemed. The driver just vanished, and even their records are gone. Do you know what that

means?"

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"What does it mean?" she asked.

Simon leaned in slowly, "Whoever's behind your amnesia is a big deal, someone powerful enough to erase a

person from the records."

Only a few influential families could pull off something like that.

Clara raised an eyebrow. Ever since she woke up, she hadn't given much thought

to the accident. So much had happened since then. She was surprised Simon actually cthrough with useful

information.

They were in Dylan's office, so she quickly put sdistance between herself and Simon.

Simon was not pleased. He tried to close the gap again, but Dylan's voice broke the tension. "Is there something

you need?"

Simon stopped, his demeanor changing as he faced Dylan. "Yeah, I've got something. | found more footage from

that day. Even though you had the original surveillance deleted, other passing cars caught you on camera. You

clearly took Clara away. But when | called you about her whereabouts, you pretended not to know. Are you just

trying to getto back off so you can have Clara to yourself?"

Clara's mind buzzed with frustration. Here he goes again, she thought, amazed by Simon's knack for making

things up.

Embarrassed, she quickly retorted, "Simon! Stop with the baseless accusations."

"Clara, he's not as simple as you think. He..."

Fueled by irritation, Clara stepped forward, ready to bat him with her purse.

Simon suddenly shouted, "I heard from Ryan that Dylan might have a kid. Clara, you should really think about it.

There are plenty of great guys in town. Why do you want to beca stepmom?"

Clara halted, shocked by this news. Dylan has a kid?

She glanced at Dylan and noticed the surprise in his eyes too.

She couldn't help but chuckle. Even Dylan seemed caught off guard. Looked like Simon was spinning tales again.

She composed herself and said, "Mr. Dylan has never said a bad word about you, Simon, but here you are,

making everyone uncomfortable with your reckless words. Compared to him, you're in a whole different league."

Simon's initial joy over Clara's well-being vanished at her words, his expression wilting fast. He hated being

compared to Dylan, especially by Clara.

Pressing his lips together, he figured that no matter what he said in the future, she wouldn't believe him.

Dylan, calm and collected, was like a hunter waiting patiently for the prey to walk into his trap.