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.

to step on the gas when Dylan said, "Go deal

lips started to form

was intense. Sweat was already

might call for help, a young man approached with a no-nonsense attitude. "Let's get the traffic police involved first. How much

irate car owner was about to erupt again but hesitated when he saw Aiden stepping out of a multi-million-dollar, limited edition car. His anger

"You can

the transfer and turned to leave, but Clara

long legs and slender waist. A playful little mole on

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

was full of irritation, clearly not wanting to deal with

however, approached the car. "Can I get your contact info?

and actually talking about having money later. The idea that Miss

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

guard, her memory loss leaving her clueless as to who this