Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 150

Colton was head over heels, constantly showering Quinn with praise and treating her like royalty. He never missed a chance to badmouth her so-called 'wicked sister' with pretty harsh words. Poor guy was so wrapped around her finger; it was high time he saw the real Quinn.

Clara sent off a text: [Quinn, I've got Clara. Wanna come? You can do whatever you want to do with her, it's your call. Just know, I'd do anything for you."

For Quinn, this was like hitting the jackpot! She wasted no time in throwing compliments Colton's way and dashed out in her car to meet him.

Clara had picked a construction site on the outskirts, with a small, well-lit bungalow. Quinn parked her car and headed in, already plotting how to deal with Clara.

When she swung open the door, there was Colton, tied up, along with two strange men in odd get-ups. She tried to backtrack and bolt, but the door slammed shut behind her.

Colton woke up with a cold splash of water, only to see Quinn facing a knife. He tried to jump up, but he was tied down.

over Quinn's face. "Colton, what's going on? Didn't you say you

was just as baffled. One minute he was in his car, next he was out cold. He had no idea who knocked

wigs and masks, so Colton didn't recognize them as the ones he

in came Clara and Scarlette, both in disguise. Scarlette didn't want to miss any

up to Quinn, snatched the knife from the henchman, and slashed Quinn's arm. Blood trickled down

"Aaah! Aaah!"

are you doing?! If you've got an issue, take

for her life. She wasn't ready to kick the bucket yet;

as she was about to plead for mercy, Clara slashed her other arm. Both cuts were as long as a finger and looked terrifying; Quinn almost fainted

a sheet, yelling, "Don't touch her! Don't hurt

face was hidden. She gave a sly grin and handed the knife to Quinn. She lowered her voice to a rough whisper. "Alright, Mr. Colton's orders. Ms. Quinn,