Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 502

Clara was shoved into another car. The man in charge yanked a black cloth over her eyes, his voice low and threatening.

"Ms. Clara, you'd better cooperate. Otherwise, you're the one who's going to get hurt."

She didn't fight back, letting them blindfold her. She could tell the car was making sharp turns, maybe trying to confuse her. The men inside stayed silent the whole time-nothing like the sloppy thugs who'd come after her before. These guys felt different. More disciplined. More dangerous.

After what felt like an hour, someone dragged her out and slung her over their shoulder. She was carried for a short distance, then dropped hard onto the ground. An iron door slammed shut with a heavy clang, and suddenly, everything was quiet.

Her hands were tied behind her back. She took a deep breath, carefully rolled over, and managed to push herself up to sit. Using her shoulder, she worked the blindfold off, squinting into the pitch-black room. There was hardly any light-just a thin strip sneaking in from a high window, about three meters off the floor. Outside, she could see shadows moving back and forth. They were still keeping watch.

She glanced around, but her ankles were tied too, making every step a struggle. She stumbled, nearly smashing her knee on a pile of rocks. Gritting her teeth, she shuffled to the nearest stone and started rubbing her wrists against its jagged edge, hoping the rope would fray.

were patient. Too patient. They had to be waiting for instructions. No one had called yet, so they weren't doing

had a chance to

under the window, searching for any way out. The window was way too high-she'd never reach it, and there was nothing but rubble and broken boards scattered

In the corner, she spotted a couple of broken wooden sticks. Quickly, she tied the sticks together with the rope, then secured the sharp stone to one end. It was clumsy,

weight. Not bad. She moved behind the door and waited, heart racing, for someone to

nothing. Meanwhile, outside, the men were getting restless. Their voices grew tense. "What is she doing in

cigarette balanced between his fingers, gave a cold laugh. “Calm down. They're still figuring things out. Once the money's in our

we could end it right now. If they want her ruined, we could handle that too. What's there to talk

the ground, his eyes hard. "Smart people don't care about lives. People are just chess pieces to them. They

on the ground, shaking their heads. One

a lot about rich folks. Didn't your family used