Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 389

The police showed up quickly to get the details and took Eden to the station for more questions. Since Clara was involved, she had to go too.

Eden had been in the middle of a shopping spree when the cops approached her, and she found the whole situation incredibly humiliating. When she realized Clara was the one who called them, she lost it.

“Clara, you witch! How dare you call the police on me!”

Clara sat nearby, calm and collected. “I’m not negotiating. I want an apology.”

Eden’s face twisted with anger. “An apology? To you? Not happening!”

Clara's expression hardened, and she turned to the officer. “I’m not negotiating. She needs to apologize today.”

Eden pulled out a card, offering, “I’ll give you a hundred grand, but no apology.”

The officer looked between them, realizing neither was short on cash. Carefully, he said, “Ms. Eden, you were in the wrong. If Ms. Clara won’t accept money, you’ll have to apologize to leave.”

Eden felt her scalp prickling with frustration—it was the most embarrassed she’d ever been. If the Ferguson family found out, she’d be in serious trouble. With the household already tense, she didn’t want more drama. She glared at Clara with defiance.

“Clara, think carefully. If you don’t back down today, I’ll make your life hell.”

Clara found it funny; any façade of civility between them was long gone.

Simon, standing behind them, chimed in, “I called Dylan. Eden, stop this nonsense.”

Hearing Dylan’s name almost made Eden jump out of her seat. “Brother, Dylan’s busy! How could you disturb him?”

She rushed over, kneeling beside him. “I really don’t want to apologize. You have to help me, Dylan.”

Dylan turned to the officer. “What’s going on?”

The officer, sensing Dylan's importance, quickly explained, “She allegedly vandalized someone’s car.”

Eden’s eyes widened in shock. “Vandalized? I didn’t do that today. How dare you accuse me! Dylan, I swear I didn’t do it. If I’m lying, I’ll never see you again!”

For Eden, it was a serious vow. She was terrible at lying, especially to Dylan, who she feared losing. Dylan’s voice was cold as he instructed a bodyguard, “Check the surveillance footage from that time.”

The bodyguard moved quickly, making a call, and the footage was sent over almost immediately. He leaned in, speaking respectfully, “Mr. Dylan, Ms. Eden didn’t vandalize any car.”