Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 891

Michael stood frozen for several seconds, his face burning with anger and humiliation. He clenched his jaw and spat out, “You brought this on yourself."

Everyone else at the party quickly stepped aside. They all knew what it meant when Michael got serious.

A dozen bodyguards rushed in from outside, surrounding Clara so tightly that she was boxed in.

Michael's smug grin grew wider. After all his years with the Ferguson family, nothing had felt as satisfying as this moment.

The guests started whispering among themselves, eyes wide as they watched the drama unfold.

Everyone knew the latest gossip about the Fergusons. For Michael to come after Clara like this, it almost confirmed that Dylan really was out of the picture- otherwise, Michael would never have dared.

Michael lifted a hand, signaling to his men. "Take her. I want her in my bed tonight."

No one tried to stop him. They were all waiting to see what would happen next, like it was the main event.

Michael was sure he was about to be the star of the night. But the moment his bodyguards got close, Clara moved.

She moved like something out of a movie-light and quick, her steps almost dancing, but every blow she landed was sharp and merciless.

In less than five minutes, every single bodyguard was sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Michael stared, completely stunned, as if he was seeing things.

Did Clara just take out a dozen men by herself?

rubbed his eyes, his face

entire ballroom was dead silent. Nobody dared to

wine glass slipped from someone's hand and shattered, and then came

talk of the town-first for her hopeless crushes, then for her rumored

strode right up to Michael, lifted her leg, and kicked

his stomach, and he hit the floor,

something! There's no way no way a woman could fight

Impossible. Just impossible.

forward and kicked him

a tooth flew out of

at Clara like she was a

was so fast, so fierce-honestly, she was every bit as ruthless

screams rang out, his face swelling up so

wearing stilettos, and every kick looked

But no

tried to help.

ten times before she

only when

of her

on the ground like a

gave him a bright, almost cheerful smile. "You want to sleep with me? Look at yourself. Say something like that again and next time, really kick, you to

desperate to get away from her,