Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 730

Eli shifted nervously, trying to stand, but got kicked right back down.

He knelt on the floor, stubbornly tilting his chin up. “What’s so funny? What drugs are you even talking about? Dylan, don’t try anything stupid—Clara’s got my back. If anything happens to me, she’ll make you pay.”

Dylan stood up, his dress shoe pressing slowly onto Eli’s hand.

Humiliation and anger flared across Eli’s face. “Just you wait! I swear, one day I’ll get you for this!”

Dylan didn’t even bother replying. Instead, he glanced at Seth, who’d been silent this whole time.

From day one, Seth hadn’t said a word—just sat there, looking like he’d already accepted his fate.

Funny thing about quiet guys: they’re usually the ones you have to watch out for.

The loudmouths are always the easiest to handle.

Eli kept spitting threats, totally missing the quick, meaningful look that passed between Seth and Dylan.

One cold and empty.

The other, thoughtful.

*

Flynn stepped out of his study and nearly collided with someone sprinting toward him, panic written all over their face.

“Sir! The rehab center’s been hit!”

Flynn froze, thinking he must’ve misheard. “What did you say?”

The man was sweating bullets, voice rushed. “The police have the whole place surrounded—there’s been a massacre. That Bolton girl survived and now she’s under heavy police protection. Give it an hour and the media will be all over this. Should we get out of the country?”

That place had run quietly for over a decade. Now, out of nowhere, the cops had shut it down.

“Who did it?”

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