Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 241

Chapter 241

As she stepped out of the hot spring, she spotted a fresh set of clothes neatly draped on a nearby chair, just her

size. Taking her time, she got dressed and took a moment to relax. The soak had left her feeling rejuvenated, as

if every pore had been cleansed and her mind was sharper than ever.

She reached for her phone to send him a message but noticed one from Scarlette instead, asking about her

whereabouts. She hadn't realized an entire hour had slipped by.

Hastily, she got up to leave, but as she rounded a corner, she bumped into a man coming from the opposite

direction. He was tall, with a commanding presence, and wore a silver mask. Unlike Dylan's cool and reserved

demeanor, this man had an aura that was sharp and dangerous, like a blade ready to strike.

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Clara winced from the impact, quickly muttering an apology before ducking into the elevator. The man didn't

follow; instead, he disappeared into the shadows.

As the elevator descended, Clara rubbed her still-tender nose, feeling a strange sense of déja vu about the

masked man.

Downstairs, she finally spotted Scarlette waiting at the entrance. Scarlette's eyes were bright with curiosity.

"What happened?"

"I bumped into someone a guy with a silver mask and a really intense vibe."

Scarlette raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips. "The only one gutsy enough to wear a silver mask here is the

mysterious owner. You're lucky; I've been here so many times and never caught a glimpse of him."

Clara was surprised. Was he really that hard to find?

Walking outside with Scarlette, Clara couldn't shake her worry for Z. Noticing her distracted mood, Scarlette

teased, "What's up? Who left a mark on you?"

Her fingers brushed against Clara's neck. Clara hadn't noticed the mark before. After getting out of the hot

spring, she hadn't checked the mirror. Now, she quickly covered it with her hand. "My boyfriend."

As they settled into the car, Scarlette was quiet for a moment before speaking. "It wasn't Simon, was it? If so,

that's a dealbreaker. I've heard Simon's in shot water with the Ferguson family and might lose his

engagement to Quinn, who's now a laughingstock in the Capital."

Could it be that Clara's years of persistence were finally paying off? Clara sighed, her feelings a jumble. "No, it's

someone | met at the club, a waiter."

Scarlette's expression turned skeptical. "One of those 'special service' waiters? Clara, you know they're all

charm. You didn't fall for ssweet talk, did you? No wonder you liked Simon; you're such a romantic."

Clara leaned back. "He's not like the others."

Scarlette thought it was a lost cause. Everyone who fell for someone in nightlife said the sthing: "different

from the others." But in reality, it was all just business.

Just as the car started moving, a luxury car abruptly cut them off, stopping inches away. Scarlette slammed on

the brakes and saw Nicholas stepping out.

Sighing, she handed the keys to Clara. "Clara, could you drive my car back tonight?"

Clara moved to the driver's seat, watching Nicholas grab Scarlette's wrist and pull her toward his car. Scarlette

slapped him, but Nicholas cupped her face and kissed her fiercely. The club was tucked away in a remote area,

and at this hour, there weren't many cars around.