Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 657

Were those the flowers that showed up in the master bedroom that day? The ones picked from the very top branch of every tree?

Would Dylan really go out of his way like that?

But didn’t he… like Tara?

A dull ache started spreading in her chest, endless and heavy.

Mrs. Ferguson calmly rolled her prayer beads between her fingers. “The Ferguson family’s never been one for hopeless romantics. Who would’ve thought, after all these years, we’d finally have one? What a waste.”

She’d barely finished her sentence when the car suddenly screeched to a halt, brakes screaming into the quiet.

Mrs. Ferguson nearly smacked right into the window.

In seconds, their car was hemmed in on all sides by seven or eight black vehicles. The windows shattered in a spray of glass. Guns thrust through the broken glass, all aimed straight at them.

She couldn’t see who was outside, but anyone who could pull off a setup like this was on a whole different level.

Her heart jumped to her throat, and then someone’s voice cut through the chaos:

“Mrs. Ferguson, we’re here for Clara. Don’t worry—we want the same thing you do. She won’t make it back to the Capital alive.”

Mrs. Ferguson frowned. “Who are you?”

The car door was yanked open, and Clara was dragged out.

Her hands were tied up, and as she took in the group surrounding her, she could tell they were all serious muscle—no one she could ever hope to take on. She pressed her lips together. Tonight, she really might be done for.

Mrs. Ferguson didn’t say another word. There weren’t many people in her car, and trying to fight this would just get her killed too.

Clara’s life wasn’t worth much, but hers was.

If death was coming either way, did it really matter whose hands did it?

“Do as you please,” she said, voice cool.

The leader offered a small, polite smile, even gave her a little bow. “Sorry for the trouble, Mrs. Ferguson.”

Someone shoved a gag in Clara’s mouth. These people didn’t bother to be gentle—they threw her into a waiting car like she was nothing.

The fleet of vehicles melted into the darkness in total silence.

Mrs. Ferguson watched them go, her eyes flickering with calculation before she finally turned to her driver.

“Tell everyone I brought Clara to the temple, hoping the master could cleanse her of her sins. But halfway there, we were ambushed—I blacked out, and Clara disappeared.”

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