Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 96

The bodyguard at the door stopped her in her tracks, but someone nearby chimed in. "Let her through."

She glanced up and recognized Richard.

She'd run into Richard a few times before. Much like Aiden, he wasn't particularly fond of her and was probably sent on Dylan's orders. Richard was known for his arrogance and snubbing most people in their circle except Dylan.

Clara was about to move forward with Sonya when Richard spoke again. "Top floor, rightmost suite. Make sure to pick him up."

Clearly, he meant Dylan.

Clara quickly nodded. "Got it."

Richard gave her a once-over, his gaze dripping with condescension, scoffed slightly, and then walked off.

Clara smoothly led Sonya inside. She'd already scoped out which suite belonged to Michael.

Michael had a reputation for partying hard, often drinking himself silly before disappearing upstairs with a pretty girls. Creating an opportunity wouldn't be tough.

"Sonya, here's his suite number. A girl will join him soon. Just intercept her and go in yourself."

Sonya's fingers trembled slightly. She knew exactly what a place like Moonlight was about. With her background, she didn’t quite fit here, so getting in was more than she expected. She had to seize this chance!

Clara watched Sonya's determined silhouette, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then headed to Dylan's suite.

Before opening the suite door, she imagined a scene of lavish indulgence. However, when the door swung open, Dylan was the only one there.

The whole floor was eerily quiet, so much so that she started to wonder if Moonlight was Dylan's place.

"Mr. Dylan?" She called out, only to realize as she got closer that Dylan was on the phone, thanking someone on the line.

"She's here. Thanks."

Meaning, she was there to take him home.

"Are you ready to head out? I'll take you."

She helped him into the wheelchair. Dylan leaned his head on one hand, looking a bit worn out. "Yeah."

As Clara pushed him towards the exit, she barely opened the door before Simon's voice drifted in. Her hand froze, instinctively pulling the door shut.

Dylan glanced up at her, and just that look made her feel a bit guilty. But Simon was right outside the suite door, seemingly on a call with Quinn.

"Quinn, I got it. I'm heading back now. Take care of yourself. This is our first child, and my parents are very concerned. Even Grandpa knows."

Clara's grip on Dylan's wheelchair tightened, and she accidentally nudged it forward. Dylan's leg hit the suite door with a thud.

The sound jolted Clara back to reality.