Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 900

Clara's fingers stopped in midair as she glanced at Justin.

Justin let out a harsh laugh, full of smug satisfaction. He wasn't as clueless as Lucius—he'd already called the cops before coming here. By now, they were probably waiting right outside the door.

As if on cue, the police had seen everything. The timing couldn't have been better.

Justin's eyes gleamed with triumph, and a wicked grin finally stretched across his face. "Attempted murder, Clara. You'll be spending your next life in prison. You and Dylan—what a doomed couple."

The officers had witnessed Clara holding a shard of glass to Lucius's throat. Now, they had their guns drawn and aimed.

"Drop the weapon!"

Clara's gaze flicked to Lucius, who was sprawled out on the floor.

Lucius arched a brow, his face twisted with a cruel sneer. "You really think you can kill me with the cops right here? Think about what you're doing, Clara. Dylan's gone. You've got nobody left. Enjoy rotting in prison for the rest of your life."

He barely finished speaking before Clara acted. She plunged the glass forward.

Warm blood splattered across her cheek, and for a moment, her eyes looked empty-like she was somewhere far away.

Lucius's face froze in a mask of shock and smugness, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

Even the police hesitated, stunned. Then a gunshot echoed through the room.

arm was hit. She

Uno heard the chaos and rushed in. The second he saw Clara bleeding, he looked ready

crooked half-smile. "Let it

Uno froze, confused. "What?"

bleeding arm, Clara repeated quietly, "I said let it

to

stepped closer, his voice barely a whisper.

so only

police, find a way to take out the man

man behind her

If they got away with it, Clara

was the only one who could pull this

eyes lowered as he nodded, then quietly asked, "What about

head. She had

watched her every move,

enough to cuff her wrists before shoving her

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it! Lucius-what an idiot! He could've survived,

was like every grudge and frustration he'd bottled