Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 340

Aaron found out Clara was heading out today, so he sent his men to tail her. But halfway through, another car blocked them, and Clara's vehicle vanished without a trace. It seemed even the surveillance footage had been tampered with. Her boyfriend couldn't just be an ordinary guy.

Aaron rubbed his temples, deep in thought. He'd even tried probing Simon, but Simon was clueless about this mysterious man too. In fact, Simon was investigating him as well.

"Should we keep following her, sir?" one of his men asked.

Aaron's voice took on a serious tone, "No, come back for now."

He glanced at the photo in his hand, desperate to discover who Dylan was pointing a gun at. But years of investigation had led nowhere. This person seemed to be a ghost in the elite circles of the Capital.

What was the secret between Dylan and Clara?

and lit a cigarette. Moments later, after a hurried phone call, someone nearby

Lincoln's body meant Aaron couldn't focus all his attention on Clara anymore.

take a

enough for him. Clara had

wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. Annoyed, she turned

that," he

drive ahead with no time to freshen up. Taking a deep breath, she quickly slipped into her clothes

into the small of her back. "How about

long before the solitude took a toll on his mental health. "Sure,

stood, her legs wobbled, nearly giving out. He scooped her up like a cat, reluctant to

few quick kisses on his lips, "Alright, I really

to the city and dashed into a makeup studio for a touch-up. Thankfully, the studio she randomly picked had decent skills. With no time to change