Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 500

Megan quickly dialed Eden’s number, seeing Eden as just another naive pawn, easy to manipulate. True to form, once Eden heard what Megan had done, she generously wired over a million dollars without hesitation.

“Megan, you’re something else! This million is your reward. When we confirm Clara is out of the way, I’ll send another million. This stays between us, got it?”

As Megan glanced at the banking notification, a smirk formed on her lips. What Eden scorned was exactly what Megan was desperate for—money. She needed it to invest in herself, to become more stunning, more perfect, to catch that man’s attention. Megan was well aware of Eden’s disdain for her, but she had little respect for Eden either. To her, Eden was just an ATM.

Despite her thoughts, she spoke softly, reassuring Eden. “Don’t worry, Ms. Eden. I've got a plan.”

Megan wanted those high-society heiresses to dance to her tune like puppets. She had spent three years working at Moonlight, where the backstabbing was way worse than anything outside. At first, the other women dumped the most obnoxious clients on her, or assigned her the dirtiest, toughest tasks. Moonlight was a tiny world of the elite, and women like her were at the very bottom.

She had learned the ropes the hard way, enduring a lot from difficult clients but she survived. If she could come out on top there, dealing with these fools was a breeze. Effortless.

After hanging up, another call came through. It was from the group that had taken Clara, asking for the next move. Megan casually sat down, grabbing a piece of fruit. She didn’t just want Clara gone; she wanted her reputation destroyed.

Clara had a mysterious boyfriend, right? That was the perfect angle. If Dylan thought Clara was unfaithful, and everyone in the Capital believed she was promiscuous, she’d have a hard time marrying anyone respectable.

“No matter how charming, they're still selling themselves. Who wants that? I think Clara was just heartbroken by Mr. Simon and found a male model for comfort.”

“You never know, male models can be dangerously persuasive.”

The room was filled with laughter, all at the expense of Clara’s rumored male model. Only Simon, sitting nearby, stayed quiet. After taking a phone call, he got up and left.