Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 368

Clara reluctantly got out of the car, still managing to throw in a cheeky remark, “Mr. Dylan, do you still need that chef?”

The only answer she got was the sharp slam of the car door.

She realized she’d done it again—managed to push the ever-cool Dylan’s buttons.

It was almost a skill, really, to annoy someone as composed as Dylan so often.

As Clara walked over, she caught Sarah’s eyes glinting with mockery. “I thought you’d be going back with him. Guess you’re not all that after all.”

Clara frowned, turning to face Sarah.

Just a month ago, Sarah was all nerves around her, and now she’d mastered sarcasm.

“Sarah, has someone been talking to you?”

Sarah scoffed, “What? Worried I’ll spill your secrets? You came to me just to mess with me. You introduced me to Dylan, then never set up another meeting, leaving me pining for him.”

Whoever said it had a point—Clara never took women from humble backgrounds seriously.

To her, Sarah was just a means to an end.

Do the wealthy always get to trample over others' dignity?

Sarah’s drastic change only confirmed Clara’s suspicion that someone had been feeding her ideas.

As Clara turned to leave, Sarah trailed after her.

“Clara, I won’t let this go. I will marry Dylan!”

Clara stopped, unable to hold back.

“I thought you had some self-awareness when I first approached you. I was wrong. You want to marry Dylan? With what, your non-existent skills? Women who marry into wealth usually have either beauty or brains. You barely finished high school. Can you even follow when Dylan talks stocks?”

Sarah felt the sting of humiliation, resentment flashing in her eyes as her hand clenched.

This woman, she thought, just wait!

Clara got into her car and drove off, ignoring Sarah completely.

Sarah burned with anger. Why did she have to be trampled by the rich? She had her own dignity!

She immediately pulled out her phone and called Megan.

“I’m in. Whatever it takes to make Clara suffer, I’m game!”

Megan found this amusing.

She smirked as she listened and, after a few moments, gave Sarah an address.

“If you’re serious, meet me here.”