Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 399

Clara made her way downstairs, pausing for a moment with a nagging feeling she had seen those two people before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She rubbed her temples, just about ready to hail a cab when a sleek sports car pulled up right in front of her. Of course, it was Eden again.

Eden, with her oversized sunglasses, looked like she was just cruising by. She took off her shades with a flourish, a smug grin plastered on her face. "Clara, it's like I can't escape you."

Clara didn't bother responding. She stepped aside, trying to flag down a cab, but Eden just backed up her car a few feet, blocking her way. Eden's lips curled into a smirk, twirling her sunglasses around her finger. "Didn't you hear me? Now that you know Dylan's got my back, you're scared to mess with me, huh?"

Clara frowned, glancing at her phone. "Are you done?" Eden had already wasted three minutes of her time. Eden's expression soured; Clara never seemed to get rattled.

With a cold smirk, Eden dialed a number on her phone. Clara finally managed to catch a taxi, still fuming from her run-in with Eden. But soon, she noticed something was off—the cab wasn't heading toward the Bradford Group.

She glanced at the driver, who was wearing a hat, trying hard to look incognito. Clara leaned back, keeping her cool as she realized they were heading out of town. The driver probably expected her to freak out, but even after two hours, she hadn't said a word.

The most eager of the bunch lunged at her, slapping her hard across the face. "Just lie still, or we'll make sure you don't leave here alive!"

But in the next instant, a knife flashed in the air. These guys were all talk, but the sight of real blood had them panicking. The man who charged at her stared in shock as the pocket knife sliced his throat, blood gushing out as he coughed. Being closest, Clara felt the warm, metallic spray hit her cheek.

She pulled back the knife, having noticed earlier that the driver didn’t seem like someone who’d done this before. These men were all driven by lust, and one thing about guys like that—they’re usually cowards.