Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 340

Aaron found out Clara was heading out today, so he sent his men to tail her. But halfway through, another car blocked them, and Clara's vehicle vanished without a trace. It seemed even the surveillance footage had been tampered with. Her boyfriend couldn't just be an ordinary guy.

Aaron rubbed his temples, deep in thought. He'd even tried probing Simon, but Simon was clueless about this mysterious man too. In fact, Simon was investigating him as well.

"Should we keep following her, sir?" one of his men asked.

Aaron's voice took on a serious tone, "No, come back for now."

He glanced at the photo in his hand, desperate to discover who Dylan was pointing a gun at. But years of investigation had led nowhere. This person seemed to be a ghost in the elite circles of the Capital.

What was the secret between Dylan and Clara?

He set the photo down and lit a cigarette. Moments later, after a hurried phone call, someone nearby spoke up, "Sir, Lincoln's body has been found! Walter's already there."

The discovery of Lincoln's body meant Aaron couldn't focus all his attention on Clara anymore. He stubbed out his cigarette on the coffee table, regaining his calm composure.

"Let's go take a look."

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After being deprived of proper meals for days, one meal wasn't enough for him. Clara had been through the wringer several times and now lay in his arms, catching her breath.

The man gently wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. Annoyed, she turned her head, "Didn't I tell you we had to stop before three?"

The hotel was by the riverside, with window seats offering stunning views. She took a deep breath, checked her flawless makeup, and stepped out of the elevator on the top floor.

Passing staff couldn't help but be wowed by her look. Clara's outfit was youthful and lively, with a bright scarf that added a pop of energy.

She instantly spotted Dylan by the window, sitting across from a woman. Compared to Clara’s fresh look, the woman looked more polished and alluring.

Clara quickly made her way over and slid into the seat next to Dylan, "Sorry, Dylan, I'm late."

The woman, who had been flaunting her charm, frowned at Clara’s arrival. Dylan, who had been disinterested, turned his attention to Clara at her words. She rarely wore makeup, but today she looked vibrant, her lips shimmering with gloss. She smiled warmly at him, linking her arm with his and sweetly calling his name.