Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 577

She shot Simon a look and said, “Told you so. He did exactly what | said he would. Mr. Simon, let's face it—you

and Clara are never going to happen."

Right now, Megan had no way to get close to anyone else in the Ferguson family. All she could do was keep

poking at Simon, hoping he'd snap and do something reckless. If he did, she'd be right there to reap the rewards.

Simon sucked in a shaky breath, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. He wanted nothing more than to

smash it to pieces.

How could Dylan pull something like this?

His jaw clenched tight. "Tara from the Warren family cback this morning. The Warrens are throwing her a

welcparty-she's Grandpa's handpicked daughter-in-law. I'll wait to see what Grandpa says. Also, I've got a

job for you: find out if Dylan's hiding a kid somewhere."

He'd meant to ask Eden about it, but Eden had been sent away before he got the chance.

Still, Simon was sure-Dylan definitely had a child, and Eden knew where the kid

was.

If he could track down the child and use them to threaten Dylan, Dylan would be completely trapped.

For a second, Megan's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly collected herself. At this point, nothing about

Dylan surprised her anymore.

The first tshe realized Dylan had feelings for Clara, she'd thought the world had lost its mind.

Years had passed, and she'd nearly gotten used to it. The only thing that hadn't faded was her jealousy toward

Clara-it just kept growing.

"I'll take care of it," she said.

After hanging up, Simon scrolled through his contacts and found Tara's number.

In the city's upper crust, everyone knew Tara. If Dylan was the most impressive guy around, Tara was the queen

of the socialites. Her family background spoke for itself, and everyone remembered how she'd once openly

chased after Dylan- only to be turned down flat.

A calm, confident voice picked up on the other end. "Simon?"

Simon forced a smile. "Tara, long tno see. | heard you're back-have you reached out to Dylan yet?"

Tara glanced at the documents in her hand, a little amused. "Not yet. He should show up at the family party

tonight."

"Don't count on it. Have you seen what he's been up to lately? He's completely obsessed with swoman now-

he's even started going against Grandpa in public."

Tara's face didn't change. She'd been catching up on all the city since she got on the plane-her inbox was

full of updates.

She'd already looked into Clara. Honestly, she didn't see her as any real competition. Even if Dylan married her,

so what? People got divorced all the time.

Tara had plenty of confidence. After all, the reason Dylan turned her down years ago was because he said he

liked someone else.

Back then, everyone assumed he was hung up on the late Shelly. Now that he was marrying Clara, it was

probably because Clara reminded him of Shelly in sway.

Just a stand-in. Tara wasn't worried.

But she wasn't about to let herself becsomeone else's pawn, either. Everyone in their circle knew about

Simon's messy history with Clara.

She let a small smile play at her lips. "I respect whatever choices Dylan makes. When | confessed to him a

couple years ago, he actually told me, 'Askagain in two years. Well it's been two years. | cback to see

for myself if things have changed."

To see if he could finally fall for her.

As for that social media post, she'd already liked it. No big deal she wasn't threatened.

Simon felt a rush of satisfaction. Tara was tough at the very least, she'd keep Clara on her toes. Things in the city

were about to get interesting.

He hung up, staring at the house in front of him, resentment burning in his chest. How could Dylan just take

Clara away, like she belonged to him? It was insane. Simon headed home, but as soon as he pulled up, a

housekeeper rushed out, breathless. “Sir, madam fainted! Please, cquickly!"

Annoyance flickered across his face. The last thing he wanted was to get dragged into more of his family's mess.

Still, he forced himself upstairs. He'd barely opened the bedroom door when something sprayed in his face.

He didn't even have tto react before he collapsed on the floor.

The housekeepers looked at each other, nervous.

"Madam, what if the young master is angry when he wakes up?”

Ada didn't care anymore. She'd already heard about Dylan posting his marriage certificate online-with Clara, no

less. Most people didn't know it was Clara, but Ada had sources back at the old Ferguson house.

Her son had already lost his mind over Clara. If he found out she'd married Dylan, he'd go completely off the

rails.

She had to get him out of here, fast-to the next city. Walter's transfer had already cthrough; Simon could

start as vice president over there.

Ada oversaw getting Simon into the

ol.ne

car and told the staff, "Just tell Michael that Simon and | will be gone for at least a year. We won't be coming

back anytsoon."

Better to stick with her only son than stay with that awful man.

The housekeepers nodded respectfully.

When Simon finally woke up, he saw scenery rushing past the window. The sky

was edging toward dusk, and they were already miles outside the city.

His expression darkened. He rubbed his aching head and glared at the woman beside him.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Ada hadn't realized how serious things had gotten-or how much madness was flickering in her son's eyes.