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Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

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Chapter 149

"It's nothing. | just wanted to give you a compliment."

She finished her sentence, scratching her cheek in embarrassment, and only then did she notice that the car was

heading in the direction of her place.

Once they stopped, she got out and bent down to tap on the car window with a touch of seriousness.

"Alright, I'm heading in now. Thanks for givinga ride back."

"Mm."

She turned around and walked into her apartment complex, but couldn't resist a quick glance back. Dylan's car

was still parked there.

As she reached her floor, she bumped into her neighbor, Scarlette.

Scarlette was one of those captivating women with a powerful presence; she must have just arrived htoo.

Though Clara lived on the sfloor, they weren't particularly close.

Scarlette took the initiative, "When | cback, | noticed a suspicious car circling outside. It seemed like it was

parked below your window."

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Clara immediately thought of Colton; it seemed like he couldn't sit still any longer. "Thanks for lettingknow."

Scarlette's hair was styled in large waves and was recently dyed a deep wine-red, which made her skin look even

fairer.

Leaning against the doorframe, she assessed Clara and asked, "Did you really put together that online audio

clip?"

"Hmm?"

Clara hadn't yet caught wind of the Bradford family's response, and a frown creased her brow.

Scarlette stepped closer, clearly intrigued by the gossip.

"Quinn's auclip caused quite a stir earlier today. This afternoon, the Bradford family said that you'll soon step

forward to admit it was something you fabricated."

Clara's lips curled slightly; aside from Ryan, she had blocked everyone else in the Bradford family.

Scarlette swung her car keys in front of her.

"The car outside is here for you. I'm in a good mood tonight. Any ideas? | can drive you—I'm a kickboxing

champ."

Scarlette exuded a laid-back and wild vibe, the kind that younger guys couldn't resist in older women. Her

presence was so compelling it drew people in.

Clara had exchanged a few more words with Dylan earlier, and the usually aloof man had even joked with her,

leaving her in a good mood.

"Sure, let's go."

It was odd; despite barely knowing each other, their energies surprisingly clicked.

The two of them headed downstairs, and Clara checked out the car parked at a distance, then asked the person

next to her, "Do you recognize Colton's car? | bet it's his."

Scarlette wore a light fragrance and yawned, "Yeah, it's him and two thugs. But I've hired those thugs before-

they're mercenaries with no loyalty."

Clara shot her a peculiar look. What did she need thugs for, and why was she talking about it so casually?

Scarlette chuckled, "When dealing with particularly troublesclients, a little roughing up makes them more

agreeable. Then | soothe them, and they're so touched they sign the contract right away."

She said it with shameless pride as if it were a badge of honor.

Clara instantly felt a real connection with her.

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"So, Scarlette, you're saying we could bribe those thugs to turn against Colton?"

"Technically, yes."

They immediately hit it off, and Scarlette made a quick phone call.

At that moment, Colton was in the car with the two thugs. He was planning to ambush Clara tonight, kidnap her,

and force her to admit to the fabricated audio.

As long as Quinn was happy, he'd do anything.

But Clara hadn't shown up, and Colton was getting impatient.

Just as he leaned back, a chloroform-soaked handkerchief was pressed over his face. He didn't even know what

hit him, let alone have tto struggle, before passing out.

The car door opened, and Clara and Scarlette stood outside.

The two thugs saw Scarlette and respectfully greeted her, "Scarlette!"

She was a valued client, after all.

Scarlette waved them off and got into the car with Clara.

She was curious to see how Clara would handle things.

Clara took Colton's phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and quickly found his conversation with Quinn.