Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 9

Not too far away, Clara misjudged the acceleration of her electric scooter and it shot forward, crashing right into a car. She hit the ground, scraping her knee, and winced as pain shot up her leg.

The car's owner stormed out, livid and yelling, "Do you even know how to ride that thing?! Rushing to meet your maker, are you? Just my luck-this is a brand-new car, straight from the dealership! You better cough up the cash!"

Clara glanced at the logo and realized it was a Maserati. 'Fantastic,' she thought, her savings wouldn't even make a dent in this.

A crowd quickly formed, curious about who had the misfortune to crash into a luxury car.

The man grabbed Clara's sleeve. "Pay up right now, or I'm calling the cops!"

She shifted her weight to ease the discomfort in her leg. "How about ten thousand dollars?"

The man's face turned crimson with anger. "Are you serious?!"

Meanwhile, the light turned green for Dylan. He cast another glance over. His demeanor was icy, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

was about to step on the gas when

wheel tightened. His lips started to form a protest, but he ended up stepping out of the

heat outside was intense. Sweat was already

a no-nonsense attitude. "Let's get the traffic police involved first. How much is it? I'll

edition car. His anger quickly cooled. There wasn't another car like this in the whole city, and he knew better than

the cops. "You can just transfer a hundred grand to

the transfer and turned to leave, but Clara stopped

dressed in sporty, casual clothes that highlighted her long legs and slender waist. A

kind of money right now." Her eyes wandered to the car nearby, sensing

His face was full of irritation, clearly not

the car. "Can I get your contact info? I'll send the money as soon as

filled with sarcasm. She was acting like she didn't know him, and actually talking about having money later. The idea that Miss Bradford couldn't come

game. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Miss Clara, overdoing it just makes it worse. I said you don't need to pay me back. Just keep your distance next time you see our car. You're nothing but bad luck and phony. Keep that away from

was caught off guard, her memory loss leaving her clueless as to who