Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 187

Clara shoved open the bent car door beside her. "Shut up. You're not going to die. If you've got something to say, say it yourself."

Ryan was too weak to reply and just passed out.

The cemetery nearby always had visitors, so it wouldn't be long before someone showed up. Her priority was to lead these troublemakers away.

She bolted down the slope, only breathing a sigh of relief when she saw the men chasing after her. She hoped that someone would find Ryan soon and get him to a hospital.

The wound on his shoulder wasn't life-threatening, so he should be alright.

At the bottom of the slope was a forest, and as Clara raced down, sharp branches scratched her face, leaving several bloody marks. But there was no time to worry about that. She could only run faster and faster.

When adrenaline kicked in, people could do amazing things. Her hands were scratched up, but she kept pushing forward.

no idea who sent these

right in without a second thought. The current carried her downstream. At first, she was conscious, but soon everything became

she must have been swept away. They

spat on the ground. "Let's just say she's dead. We can get the two million

she has crash injuries. This river flows out of city limits where there aren't many houses. No way she'll get rescued if she's still

agreed

disbelief at how smoothly things had gone. Her lips trembled with excitement, her eyes sparkling with triumph. "Alright, I'll send

took the payment, and left without bothering to

to throw up like she was lying on a bed of coals. She struggled to open her

her something. She frowned and instinctively tried to spit it out, but the hand firmly pinched her tongue, stopping her

sensation kept climbing, and the hand moved to her