Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 872

As soon as the fish was done, the test subject tore into it like he hadn't eaten in days, wolfing it down at lightning speed. Clara just stared, stunned. She'd barely finished one fish before she was full, but he polished off the other ten without breaking a sweat. Once he was satisfied, he flopped onto his back nearby and announced, "There's still rabbit, boar, and lamb."

Clara hadn't come to this country to play sidekick to some superhuman eating and hunting machine.

Leaning against a tree, she sighed. "Why don't you go back and rescue the guy who looks just like you? If you do that, I'll cook you as much food as you want. Seriously, I'll make you meals every day."

He looked at her, confused, slowly sitting up. "Looks like me?"

"Yeah, didn't you notice? I told you before-his name is Charles. There's a good chance the two of you are related."

He frowned, clearly lost. "Related? What's that?”

Clara nearly choked. She took a deep breath to steady herself.

"Okay, let me put it this way-will you come back with me? I'll cook for you the whole way. When we get to the factory, I'll go save Charles and you just have to protect me, alright? Do you know what that means? Just... don't let me die."

He stared at her for ages. "No."

He just couldn't bring himself to follow her orders.

him, you're just going to keep living like this—surviving on terrible

quiet, as if he was

barely have anything to work with here. If I had a real kitchen, I could make this fish at least a dozen different ways. You could eat something new every week. All you have to do is

wiped his mouth, still watching her. "Okay.

relaxed, rubbing

wasn't too worried about Charles. Jules had said he was

let Charles die over a measly billion-they'd cough up the cash before

Dylan. She couldn't shake the worry Was he still

was that

it be?

Dylan really did have a child. She

ibut

hiding even more than she thought.

leaned back, hoping to get a little

in just that short time, sleep

him or me, is that it? She mumbled something in response. There was a pause, then the voice said quietly, "Got it."

Got what?

right down to the bone. Then she