NovelGoldChapter 386
He coughed a couple of times, his face darkening with frustration. "Let's head back."
He'd been trying to find a moment to meet up with Clara, but too many people were watching him, and his
overseas business was taking a hit. Endless meetings had him tied up with no tto spare.
Finally, after sorting everything out, he had planned to see Clara, but found himself caught up in a relentless
chase. Dylan had really covered his tracks well.
Once they were in the car, Aaron looked pale as a ghost. Lucky for him, or else tonight could have ended very
differently.
Back home, a doctor was already waiting. Someone asked, "Mr. Dylan, should we let Walter know?"
Aaron chuckled to himself. Telling his grandfather wouldn't change a thing. His brother's death had been
suspicious, yet it was brushed aside without much investigation. Who knew what his grandfather was thinking?
He took a deep breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead until the bullet was finally removed, clinking onto
the tray with a sharp sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sir, should we go after Clara?"
Since Dylan cared about Clara, she was clearly his Achilles’ heel.
Aaron lowered his lashes, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Go after Clara? Dylan's like a rabid dog off its leash,
and Clara's holding that leash. If she's gone, we're all done for. Why mess with her? Looking to meet our end
faster?"
It wasn't fear of Dylan; he just understood the situation too well.
The person quickly zipped their lips, a little uneasy.
Aaron took another deep breath, his expression becoming unreadable. "But the more Dylan cares about Clara,
the more he'll lose his cool. We won't touch Clara, but we can push her to act on her own. That'll sting Dylan
more than anything."
No one there quite grasped his plan, waiting for more direction.
As the doctor bandaged him up, Aaron's pale lips moved. "Keep an eye on Clara's boyfriend. It'd be perfect if he
ended up dead at Dylan's hands. That way, Clara would be the one giving Dylan a hard time."
Everyone perked up at this, jumping into action right away.
Aaron stared at the bloodstains in the basin, his hand slowly clenching by his side. He wasn't going to live under
Dylan's shadow forever. Just wait!
The next morning, Clara cleaned the bloodstains off her door and checked with building management. Turns out,
the surveillance cameras were on the fritz, leaving her with no idea who left the marks.
With a lot on her mind, she headed to the office. After signing the contract, she thought about sending it to
Dawson Corporation. But thinking of Jackson, she decided to take it there herself.
This time, Jackson didn't play any games and quickly signed the contract, tossing
it on the table. "Take the contract and get out."
His attitude was just as brash as it had been at the bar.
Clara bit her lip, gracefully picking up the contract. "Thanks, Jackson."
Jackson leaned on his hand, looking like he had something on his mind, until Clara's phone rang. It was a call
from Kaitlyn.
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