Richard didn't say a word, just kept his hands tight on the steering wheel.
When they pulled up in front of Ferguson Corporation, he didn’t ask Clara anything—just picked up his phone and called Dylan.
Even when it was Richard calling, it was still the assistant who answered first. Only after recognizing Richard’s voice did the assistant finally pass the phone over to Dylan.
“What’s up?” Dylan’s voice was clipped.
“Dylan, I have something you need to know. It’s about the North American Ferguson family. Can you come down for a minute?”
Richard always seemed to know exactly what Dylan wanted—or needed—to hear.
Clara sat quietly next to him, trying to read his expression, but Richard hung up after a short exchange and pulled the car into the underground garage.
She waited about ten minutes before she saw Dylan step out of the elevator, his new assistant following close behind.
Seeing Dylan again felt strange, almost like it had been a lifetime since the last time. Clara stared, frozen for a few seconds, as he walked straight to Richard’s window and knocked lightly.
Richard only cracked the window, his tone as cool as ever. “Busy these days? Aren’t you working with the Warren family too? Actually, I was hoping to talk about that today.”
Dylan didn’t answer. His assistant hovered behind him, looking like he wanted to interfere, but Richard just got out, opened the back door, and said, “Get in.”
Dylan slid into the back seat. Richard looked at the new assistant. “I’m just taking him to my office. He’ll be back in an hour.”
The assistant glanced around the car, but from his angle, he couldn’t see Clara—she’d made sure to keep herself hidden.
Richard got back in, started the car, and drove off.
It wasn’t until Dylan was already in the car that he noticed someone was sitting in the front passenger seat. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even ask who she was, just turned away to stare out the window, lost in his own thoughts.
When the car stopped in front of the hospital, Clara caught Dylan’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
“Aiden needs your help,” she said quietly. “You’re the only one who can get those specialists back from overseas.”
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