NovelFastChapter 546
Dylan walked over and sat down on a stone bench about ten steps ahead. On the table in front of him were fresh
fruit, pastries, and a laptop.
He'd actually taken the higher-ups' advice to heart: spend more twith people.
He opened his laptop and started working, making it pretty obvious he wasn't planning on going out today.
Clara waited there for ten minutes, but after a while, her annoyance just fizzled out. She finally just turned
around and headed into the main hall.
For the next three days, Dylan didn't leave the house-not for work, not for anything.
Every morning, Clara would get up early and wait downstairs, but no matter where she looked, she'd always find
him working somewhere new: sometimes at the coffee table, sometimes by the window. Never once did he go
into his own study.
It started to get to her. She couldn't help but quietly pull Aiden aside.
"Aiden, it's the start of the year, right? Shouldn't this be the busiest tat the company? Why hasn't Mr. Dylan
set foot in the office?"
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Aiden glanced down at her hand on his arm and quickly pulled away. “Ma'am, if you have any questions, you
should probably ask the boss yourself."
Clara stood there for a second, realizing that ever since she'd bec"Mrs.,” Aiden's attitude had completely
flipped. He used to let his dislike show every now and then, but now he was nothing but respectful-wouldn't even
call her Ms. Clara anymore.
She hadn't been in contact with the outside world for over a week, totally unaware that someone had messed
with her social media status. She still thought there must be tons of people looking for her.
Especially Z. With his personality, he was probably going crazy trying to track her down.
What she didn't know was that, right then, Simon had shown up outside Palm Bay, calling her nover and
over.
"Clara! Clara!"
Simon searched for three days straight, but couldn't find a trace of her. In the end, the only thing that made
sense was that Dylan had locked her up.
In his eyes, nothing Dylan did was off the table. That whole calm-and-collected act? Total facade. Dylan never
hesitated to be ruthless with his own family-why would he treat Clara any better? He'd do whatever it took to get
what he wanted. Simon yelled himself hoarse for more than ten minutes, but the gates were way too far from
the main house. Clara couldn't hear a thing.
The security guard passed the news along to Dylan. When Dylan got the call, his eyes flashed with something
cold and unreadable.
*
At three in the morning, Michael
jerked awake, heart pounding, onty to realize he was tied up tight. He almost screamed-until he saw who was
sitting across from him in a wheelchair.
"Dylan, what the hell are you doing?!"
Showing up at his place in the middle of the night, tying him up was Dylan trying to start a war?
Sure, he'd made things tough for Dylan before back at the old house, but when Dylan had publicly pinned the
blon him, hadn't he just sucked it up in the end?
Michael's face turned red with anger as he struggled against the ropes.
"Don't you think you're going a little too far? You dumped Yvette onback then, then madetake the fall
the other day. | only complained theo a little-now you show up at my house?"
Michael had always wished Dylan would hit a wall, but after watching him climb higher year after year, he just
didn't have the fight left in him.
Now, sitting there in nothing but his boxers and a half-on pajama top, he realized
just how deeply he must have been asleep to let anyone tie him up like this.
Dylan twirled a knife between his fingers, casually letting the blade graze his thumb.
"Big brother, you've been slacking off. Looks like you haven't been keeping an eye on your son."
Simon was Michael's only son. If something happened to Simon, their whole family would be done for.
Michael might have been reckless, but growing up as a Ferguson, he immediately understood the threat in
Dylan's words.
He scrambled to his feet, panic written all over his face.
"Simon's your nephew! If you touch him, Walter won't let it slide. Dylan, | know you don't care about the
Fergusons, but if the family real/net
goes down, how could you face Mom? She nearly gave her life for you back then!"
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