Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 868

Jules pushed himself up from the ground, every breath scraping raw against his injured throat. "You..."

Their rescue hadn't come from some heroic squad-it was just one guy, maybe seventeen or eighteen, dragging Jules in one hand and Meryl in the other. Somehow, in the storm of gunfire, he'd taken on both Clara and Charles by himself and pushed them back.

The scarred man finally broke the silence. "So, Jules, what do you think? Satisfied with my new prototype?"

Jules clutched his chest, spat out blood, and shot him a glare. “If I die, you can forget about seeing a single cent."

"Oh, come on now. You're putting up ten billion. Least I can do is make sure you get your money's worth. This one-he's my masterpiece."

Clara couldn't help staring at the so-called prototype. Was it just her imagination, or did he look a lot like Charles?

Charles hadn't moved at all, like he was frozen in place. He'd noticed it too-their faces were almost identical.

"Hey, you okay?" Clara whispered.

It's

eight tenths the same, except for one thing: the prototype's eyes were empty, flat, like he didn't feel anything at all. The perfect experiment, just like the scarred man

Clara's chest. She couldn't shake the feeling they'd stumbled onto something huge-something nobody

looked up, meeting

gave a lazy wave. "Take them. Jules is your

prototype moved. He was fast-faster than any normal person could be. Whatever experiments they'd done, it wasn't just in a lab. He'd been trained, maybe

was strong, but next to the prototype, he didn't

he let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Well, if it isn't you. Didn't expect to see you here

bastard

s

verge of being pinned down and rushed to help,

his head. "Don't, Clara. We can't beat

stopped in

and looked to the scarred man, waiting for his next

you. My guys searched everywhere last night and all day