Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 370

The voice on the other end was calm and soothing. "I checked her out earlier. The hit to her head was pretty bad, and losing him hit her hard. Her mind's trying to block out everything about him. Her memory's gonna be all over the place for at least the next six months."

Z finally relaxed, leaning against a nearby tree. He was tall, and the streetlamp cast his shadow long enough to cover the whole street. Just standing there, he was a sight to see, and a tipsy woman passing by couldn't help but notice.

"Hey, handsome. Wanna come back with me for some fun? I'll pay you well," she offered, clearly well-off from her appearance. She looked at Z with fascination and reached out to touch his face.

But in a split second, a sharp pain shot through her as her wrist was twisted painfully.

"What are you offering to play with? Your life?" he asked, his eyes suddenly menacing.

The woman snapped out of her daze, screaming in pain and stumbling back several meters, desperate to escape to the safety of her room and away from this terrifying man.

morning, Clara stepped into the elevator, freshly dressed and ready to start her day. It stopped on a lower floor, and two young women

hand?" the other girl

flirted a bit and asked if he wanted to come home with me. Next thing I know, he twists

your wrist? What kind of guy does that to

my luck. Even drunk, I remember he was ridiculously good-looking, probably the hottest guy I've ever seen. He had this great build, but his temper was

listened, initially suspecting it might be Z. But Z wouldn't break a girl's wrist like that. He was just a normal

exited the elevator, she heard the

that face seem

he's just a rich lady's toy boy. Your exes were all big celebrities, so if you thought he