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.

quiet. "Yeah. It's

were empty, flat, like he didn't feel anything at all. The perfect experiment, just like the

cold chill tightened in Clara's chest. She couldn't shake the feeling they'd stumbled onto something huge-something nobody was supposed to find

up, meeting both

a lazy wave. "Take them. Jules is

normal person could be. Whatever experiments they'd done, it wasn't just in a lab. He'd been trained, maybe

the floor. He was strong, but next to the prototype, he didn't stand a

Charles's face. For a split second, surprise flickered in his eyes, then he let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Well, if it isn't you. Didn't expect to

bastard

s

of being pinned down and rushed to help,

shook his head. "Don't,

stopped in her tracks,

looked to the scarred

came in with you. My guys searched everywhere last night and all day