Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 313

Dylan pulled out a handkerchief and casually dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "Sure, but it's out of your price range."

Clara felt a bit awkward. In this city, no one could match Dylan's wealth.

She thought about it for a moment, then a light bulb went off, and she smiled, as if she'd come up with the perfect idea. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Mr. Dylan, if I can find a gift that pleases you, would you share the details about that property?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her confidence. There was a spark of interest in his eyes, though he quickly masked it. "Alright," he said.

With a plan forming in her mind, Clara saw no reason to stick around. She left the hotel and immediately got in touch with her friend, Scarlette.

Scarlette was taken aback when Clara asked her about the looks of a deceased member from the Dawson family. "Clara, what's this about?"

"Do you happen to have any photos of her?" Clara pressed.

Although Clara doubted he was that shallow, since he

eventually found a photo of the

full

"I've got this covered.

were neighbors and had

classic beauty, exactly the kind you'd expect from someone called an 'ideal woman.' Now it was clear that

linked Shelly's death to her. Would

already set things in motion. There

you just have

bars, searching for someone who resembled the photo. Eventually, she found a match-a student who had just started working at a karaoke bar to support

couldn't believe her luck. The likeness was uncanny, making all her effort