Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 14

"Quinn, Simon's someone I tossed aside. If you fancy him, go ahead and keep him."

Clara flagged down a cab with effortless ease.

Quinn's defenses crumbled at those words. "You must be kidding, Clara. You spent all those years chasing Simon and making a fool of yourself, and now you're acting like you dumped him? He just wasn't into you. Simon told me in bed he never even kissed you. How do you have zero charm?"

Clara's hand rested on the cab door, and she chuckled softly. "If a girl's charm is measured by how often she's been with someone, then wouldn't those hookers be the most charming?"

Her words, though indirect, struck Quinn like a dagger. Quinn's face turned ghostly pale, and her most vulnerable spots were exposed.

"You!"

She raised her hand to slap Clara, but Clara caught her wrist with a firm grip.

Clara looked at Quinn's furious face with calm and unreadable eyes. The more composed Clara remained, the more flustered Quinn appeared.

Clara released Quinn's hand. "I already said you could have Simon, but you seem unsatisfied. Do you truly like Simon, or do you just enjoy taking what's mine?"

her

into the cab and told

there, shaking with rage. 'Clara must've been pretending; there was no way she didn't care about Simon. She'll probably find a quiet spot to cry later,

"Quinn, where are

my sister. We exchanged a few words, but

Simon grew anxious. "What did Clara do this time?

ten minutes. Please don't fight with my sister; it'll only make things worse

come over.

treated Clara like dirt yet cherished her so dearly made her feel superior to

pretending. Soon, you'll have what's

*

at Palm Bay, where the largest villa stood

the cab and stood outside the grand iron

resume wasn't considered by Ferguson Corporation either due to Aiden's meddling or Dylan's

there for four

finally appeared, gliding toward the entrance. Her eyes lit up, and she pushed aside the instinctive wariness she felt