NovelTrueChapter 307
Realizing she had asked a question she shouldn't have, she quickly leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
But he turned his head slightly, a playful tone in his voice, "What did you
remember?"
"Nothing, just you on my mind."
"Really?"
"Mmm, really."
His lips curled into a pleased smile, and he turned back, letting her kiss him again. Clara let out a relieved breath
as he drew her into another round of passion.
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Afterward, she felt drained and nestled into his arms, drifting off into a restless sleep. Her dreams were a jumble,
a shadowy figure gently calling her name, Clara, like a soft spring rain.
She furrowed her brow, tossing and turning with the memory flashing through her mind-don't trust Dylan.
Dylan...
She felt like she was burning in a sea of flames, a soft hand wiping away her sweat. She turned over, trying to
escape the fire, only to be pulled back, his arms wrapping around her like vines.
"Dylan..."
She called out, snapping awake, sitting up and gasping for air. The arm around her waist froze, and a soft voice
asked, "Who are you calling?"
Clara swallowed, scrambling for an excuse as she was still tangled up in the dream. She lowered her lashes,
hearing him ask again, "Who were you calling?"
She bit her lip and snuggled closer. "My boss. He left the company recently, and | guess I'm not used to it yet.
Saying his ndoesn't mean anything; we weren't that close."
She felt a twinge of guilt as she spoke. He sat up, resting his head against her neck, murmuring, "Hmm."
Clara's mind was a mess. That phrase-don't trust Dylan-was something she had written before, but why? After
what happened with Dylan on the island, she couldn't just bring it up. Besides, whatever was going on with
Dylan, whether it was male instinct or something else, she wouldn't be seeing him anytsoon. Best to steer
clear if possible.
The next morning, she woke up in her car. Z was always a mystery; she still hadn't seen his face. Her eyes
drifted to a solitary grave, and with a sigh, she drove towards the Bradford Group.
Meanwhile, Aaron glanced at the report in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. The person behind him
apologized, "Sir, we haven't found any information on Ms. Clara's boyfriend."
Aaron set the report on the table, frowning. "Are you sure Dylan stayed at Palm Bay all night?"
"Absolutely."
Clara claimed she was seeing her boyfriend, but she wasn't headed towards Palm Bay. Her boyfriend wasn't
Dylan, so how could Dylan just sit back? He glanced at the nearly blank report, his eyes darkening.
Just as he was about to call Clara for another meeting, someone rushed in, breathless. "Sir, our shipment at the
docks has been seized."
Aaron's expression changed instantly. That shipment was highly discreet, with a third of his assets invested in it.
How could it be seized suddenly? He took a deep breath, convinced this was Dylan's doing to keep him from
seeing Clara.
He quickly got up to leave, but paused, chuckling softly, “Send this photo to Clara."
He pulled out a photograph from the drawer. The photo was blurry, showing two figures, one unmistakably
Dylan. Dylan's leg was still fine then, holding a gun pointed at another person. But that person was just a
silhouette in the photo.
The scene was shrouded in mist, the surroundings bleak. The only reason Dylan was recognizable was his
unmistakable aura.
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