NovelEnglishChapter 364
Nicholas was scratching his head, trying to figure things out. "Who are you texting? You never reply when we
message you."
Dylan casually nudged Nicholas's head away and rolled up the car window.
Nicholas, standing outside, knocked on the glass. "I've got a meeting with suniversity officials. Since you're
here, wanna grab dinner later?"
"No time."
Nicholas was left wondering why Dylan even bothered showing up. Just as he was about to leave, a car pulled up
in front of Dylan's, and the window rolled down
to reveal Clara's gorgeous face. She gave Dylan a friendly wave.
"Mr. Dylan, | just booked a table. Care to joinfor dinner?"
Dylan rolled his window back down, chuckled, and said, "Sure."
Nicholas, still standing there, was floored. What just happened, dude??? He was starting to question if he was
seeing things.
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Right then, Nicholas's assistant cover and whispered, "Mr. Nicholas, it's tto go."
But something made Nicholas open Dylan's car door and hop in. He told his assistant, "Reschedule the meeting.
Tell them something cup."
As he settled in, he glanced over at Clara in the other car. "Ms. Clara, mind if | join you for dinner?"
Clara was cool with it. She'd gotten a heads-up from Scarlette about Nicholas's plans and managed to get ahead,
so she figured keeping things friendly was the way to go.
Her car led the way, unaware of the tension in the car behind.
Dylan's face had noticeably darkened. Nicholas, being his usual nosy self, kept a close watch.
Dylan wasn't much of a talker, so the drive was silent. When they arrived at a private dining spot, Nicholas finally
spoke.
"| ask you to dinner, and you're busy. But when she asks, you're all in. Dylan, something's up."
Nicholas had a knack for digging into things when they didn't seem right.
Dylan brushed him off and got out of the car with his wheelchair, Aiden ready to help. Nicholas watched them
head inside and sneakily called Richard.
"Hey, Richard. Don't you think Dylan's acting weird with Clara?"
He'd had his suspicions before but thought they were too out there.
Richard, lounging with his legs up, was entertained. He'd noticed it ages ago, but loved a bit of , so he
played along. "Weird how?"
"I can't put my finger on it. Asked him to dinner, and he said no. Then Clara asks, and he's in. So | cto see
for myself."
Richard chuckled. Wasn't Nicholas just setting himself up as the third wheel?
"Oh? Keep an eye out for what's really going on."
Nicholas smirked, "You bet. I'm not letting Clara pull one over on him."
With that, he hung up.
Richard shook his head at his phone. Someone had planned for salone time, and now it was out the window.
Meanwhile, Clara had booked a private room. Aiden stayed outside, leaving her and Dylan inside. But the peace
lasted only a moment before Nicholas strolled in and plopped down next to Clara.
Dylan, sipping tea, paused but played it cool.
Clara hadn't expected Nicholas to sit so close, so she quickly offered him the menu. "Mr. Nicholas, any food
allergies? Mr. Dylan can't have seafood, so I've already had it taken off the menu."
The place had a changing menu, and Clara had already sorted it out with the waiter.
"I'm good with anything."
Nicholas had parked himself next to Clara to stop her from trying anything. He'd heard rumors that back when
Clara was at Ferguson Corporation, she had taken advantage of Dylan's limited mobility to sit on his lap when no
one was around. The gossiper even said Dylan had told her, "Don't do that."
So Nicholas wasn't a fan of Clara. He couldn't wrap his head around why Dylan would agree to dinner with her.
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