Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 340

Chapter 340

Aaron found out Clara was heading out today, so he sent his men to tail her. But halfway through, another car

blocked them, and Clara's vehicle vanished without a trace. It seemed even the surveillance footage had been

tampered with. Her boyfriend couldn't just be an ordinary guy.

Aaron rubbed his temples, deep in thought. He'd even tried probing Simon, but Simon was clueless about this

mysterious man too. In fact, Simon was investigating him as well.

"Should we keep following her, sir?" one of his men asked.

Aaron's voice took on a serious tone, "No, cback for now."

He glanced at the photo in his hand, desperate to discover who Dylan was pointing a gun at. But years of

investigation had led nowhere. This person seemed to be a ghost in the elite circles of the Capital.

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What was the secret between Dylan and Clara?

He set the photo down and lit a cigarette. Moments later, after a hurried phone call, someone nearby spoke up,

"Sir, Lincoln's body has been found! Walter's already there."

The discovery of Lincoln's body meant Aaron couldn't focus all his attention on Clara anymore. He stubbed out

his cigarette on the coffee table, regaining his calm composure.

"Let's go take a look."

After being deprived of proper meals for days, one meal wasn't enough for him. Clara had been through the

wringer several times and now lay in his arms, catching her breath.

The man gently wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. Annoyed, she turned her head, "Didn't | tell you we had

to stop before three?"

"Did you? | must've missed that," he replied with a teasing grin.

Clara was frustrated. It was almost four, and she had a long drive ahead with no tto freshen up. Taking a

deep breath, she quickly slipped into her clothes from the sofa.

Z wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling into the small of her back. "How about | cvisit

you next time?"

Clara thought about how he was always alone in this dimly lit place. It wouldn't be long before the solitude took

a toll on his mental health. "Sure, but textbefore you come. I've got to go now."

As she stood, her legs wobbled, nearly giving out. He scooped her up like a cat, reluctant to let go.

Clara placated him with a few quick kisses on his lips, "Alright, | really have to run."

He finally let her go, chuckling softly. Clara hurriedly drove back to the city and dashed into a makeup stufor

a touch-up. Thankfully, the stushe randomly picked had decent skills. With no tto change at home, she

wrapped a couple's scarf around her neck to hide the marks Z had deliberately left, then headed to the hotel.

The hotel was by the riverside, with window seats offering stunning views. She took a deep breath, checked her

flawless makeup, and stepped out of the elevator on the top floor.

Passing staff couldn't help but be wowed by her look. Clara's outfit was youthful and lively, with a bright scarf

that added a pop of energy.

She instantly spotted Dylan by the window, sitting across from a woman. Compared to Clara's fresh look, the

woman looked more polished and alluring.

Clara quickly made her way over and slid into the seat next to Dylan, "Sorry, Dylan, I'm late."

The woman, who had been flaunting her charm, frowned at Clara's arrival. Dylan, who had been disinterested,

turned his attention to Clara at her words. She rarely wore makeup, but today she looked vibrant, her lips

shimmering with gloss. She smiled warmly at him, linking her arm with his and sweetly calling his name.