Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 401

Her face was dripping with smugness, like she had some mighty force backing her up, and it hit Clara like a dagger straight to the heart. Already strung tight, Clara didn't think twice before launching a chair at Eden.

It all happened in a flash. The cops couldn't even step in before it was too late. Eden couldn't dodge quickly enough, and a cut opened up on her forehead. She touched it, shocked and almost fainting from the surprise.

"Clara, you actually hit me?"

The police jumped in, "Ms. Clara, stop now, or we'll have to take you in!"

This wasn't Clara's first time injuring Eden, who now glared with pure hatred, her lips a tight line. "Alright then, just watch. I’ll make sure you end up behind bars myself!"

Eden whipped out her phone and dialed Dylan.

Dylan picked up immediately, hearing her tearful voice.

"Dylan, I'm hurt. My forehead's bleeding a lot."

Dylan's voice was steady, but he asked, "Where are you?"

"At the same police station as last time. Clara's here too; she’s the one who did this."

Dylan paused, swallowing hard before asking, "She’s there too?"

Eden’s crying intensified, her hands stained with blood. "Yes, she’s here. She’s a murderer."

Before she could say another word, the call ended.

Eden felt triumphant, convinced Dylan was worried sick.

She glanced at Clara, her wound forgotten in the thrill of anticipating Clara’s downfall, a grin spreading across her face.

"My Dylan will be here soon, Clara. Looks like you didn’t learn anything from yesterday. I told you, Dylan will always have my back."

Clara said nothing, her lashes lowered, lost in her own thoughts.

Dylan showed up faster than expected, with Aiden right behind him.

The scene mirrored last time, and as soon as Eden saw him, she rushed over.

"Dylan, look at my forehead. And look at Clara – her face is covered in blood. She’s really gone off the rails!"

Clara stood under the light, calm and indifferent, casting just a glance their way.

He stretched the words out, like they were hard to get out.

"Exactly what it sounds like. Yesterday’s events are still fresh for me. I know how Mr. Dylan will decide."

As she spoke, she wiped blood from her cheek. "I’ve already called a lawyer. They’ll be here in ten minutes tops. As for my issues with Ms. Eden, we’ll sort it out according to the law. Anything else, Mr. Dylan?"

For once, Dylan was speechless.

Eden, furious, sprang up and pointed at Clara, unleashing a torrent of insults.

"You little witch, what kind of attitude is that? Who do you think you are to mock Dylan? You think only you can afford a lawyer? I’ll make sure you regret it!"

Seeing her tantrum, Clara couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Mr. Dylan sure knows how to groom a perfect socialite."

It was crystal clear she wasn’t just mocking Dylan; she was dragging them both through the mud.

Even the calmest person has their breaking point. Getting caught up in their drama over and over, how could she not be furious?