Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 892

Clara's foot whipped toward Michael's cheek, but Uno's kick went straight for the throat-a move meant to kill.

He looked so innocent, so clueless. Just a few minutes ago, he'd been quietly stuffing his face, like a sweet, naive foodie who'd never seen much of the world.

Who would've guessed a foodie could be such a menace?

Clara shook her head. "Let's go. No killing. We're leaving."

"Okay."

Uno trailed behind her. As they headed for the door, he grabbed two plates of pastries from the side table and asked, "Want some?"

"No. If you like them, eat up."

"Mhm. I really like it here. I want to come back."

Their conversation drifted away on the breeze. If Michael wasn't still sprawled on

the floor, everyone might've thought they'd imagined the whole thing.

A new face, dangerous as hell. An old face, just as ruthless. Was this the real Clara?

Everyone glanced at each other, wide-eyed and speechless.

It wasn't until Clara and Uno were long gone that the room seemed to come alive again.

seen Clara fight? Those moves-she's better

it. No

part of who she really

party buzzed with gossip for the rest

after Clara brought Uno home, she couldn't

when he saw them walk in. "Clara, Charles left with Milo and

suddenly

called Charles, but he

figured he must've gone against Griffin's orders and

lashes lowered as her heart twisted with

Ryan called out, noticing how quickly

out to clear his head. Go

eating and couldn't help but tease,

last bite, licked the corner

was

breath and said

out the window, mind spinning with

the café today, instead of at Ferguson Corporation running the show? That company meant everything to him. Even if he was barely alive, he'd never let Michael and Lucius act out and

belongs to s

saying Ferguson Corporation was about to

so hard for might

when people mentioned Dylan,

people just wanted to watch him