Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 859

He'd been watching her for years, knowing every little detail about her life—while she couldn't stand him.

What was going through his mind back then, someone so proud and untouchable?

Clara didn't even want to know. Dylan always kept his deepest thoughts hidden, and she could only imagine how much pain he put himself through.

She stayed there for hours, lost in thought, until she suddenly remembered something: ages ago, an old alternative medicine expert had handed her a jar filled with herbs, swearing it was for making a special soup and insisting she take good care of it.

Maybe there was a clue inside?

She'd taken the jar home and just tucked it away, totally forgetting about it.

Now, her heart started to race. She grabbed her keys and drove straight home.

The whole trip took forever-by the time she finally made it back, it was already the early hours of the next day.

But she wasn't tired at all. She went straight into her apartment and dug around until she found the jar.

She popped the lid open. Just a bunch of dried herbs.

out, and that's when she saw it—a tiny photo album, barely bigger than her hand,

she was about to see something nobody

took a deep breath, bracing herself, and opened

blank. All except for a single note tucked in at the

over, I'll come find

Was this some kind

so serious about the album;

have broken in, taken whatever was inside, and left

handwriting was exactly like the note she'd found at the Bradford family house. If it was the same person... could it really be that so called senior apprentice

until her brain hurt, flipping through the album again and again. That's when she found

now, it's not

beat. Now she

they slipped this

the security footage, but there was nothing unusual. The recordings must have been

her every move? And what did they

warning her to keep Dylan from going to

the

gotten along-was someone working behind the scenes to