Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 152

Colton was head over heels for Quinn, but after everything that went down, how could he possibly keep chasing after her? After tonight, he might finally snap out

of it.

Trailing behind Clara, Scarlette finally spoke. "Clara, I've gotta admit, I underestimated you. Do you have another plan tucked away? Colton seemed pretty wound up back there. What if Quinn manages to sweet-talk him? Are we seriously not going to do anything else?"

Clara pulled off her disguise, her eyes twinkling brighter than the stars. “Nah. I know Quinn too well; she won't leave any loose ends."

"What do you mean?" Scarlette asked, intrigued.

Clara gave a sly smile. "She's all about maintaining her perfect image, but now that Colton's seen the real her, he can't be allowed to live."

Basically, Quinn would handle it herself and pin Colton's death on the kidnappers from tonight. It'd all be swept under the rug, allowing her to carry on with her innocent act.

Scarlette raised an eyebrow, grinning. "You're sharp, really sharp. So, should we step in and save Colton later?"

Clara settled into the car, a satisfied grin on her face. "I've already tipped off the Warren family. They're on their way to rescue Colton. If we save him, he'll just think it's another test of love. But if the Warren family steps in, it'll mean something completely different."

Scarlette gave her a thumbs-up. "That's brilliant."

the construction site. Colton was still in shock. His view of Quinn was shattered, but a tiny part of him still held

for even a second?" he asked, disbelief

sweat. She hadn't thought things would go this far.

flash of cold determination crossed her eyes. That recording everyone was gossiping about was still

knife Clara had dropped and quickly bent to

upon seeing her grab the knife. "Quinn, what are you doing?" he

indifference; all her previous frailty and innocence had vanished, replaced

kidnappers' victims. Don't worry, I'll avenge you by finding the one behind all this,"

eyes, as the last shred of hope crumbled. His face turned ghostly pale. He

never did when it came to matters like this. The knife plunged into Colton's chest without

burning hatred. "So this is

heart-wrenching, filled with despair, but this only made Quinn

I'm asking for your life. It should be no different," she

in the act of murder, her face was calm. It was as if someone dying for her was just the

pupils contracted violently, feeling the

He regretted it so

Hearing the footsteps, Quinn quickly dropped the knife, wiping off

"Colton! Colton, are you okay?