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

car, next he was out cold. He had no

had wigs and masks, so Colton didn't

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

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

"Aaah! Aaah!"

heart was breaking. "What are you doing?! If you've got an issue, take it up with me!

life. She wasn't ready to kick the bucket yet; she still had plans to take over the Bradford

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

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

face was hidden. She gave a sly grin and handed the knife to Quinn. She lowered her voice to a rough whisper.