Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Clara was feeling completely overwhelmed. She quickly found the housekeeper in the garden, watering the

plants, and after a quick word, she rushed back home.

On her way, she shot off several messages to Z, but got no replies. Normally, he was quick on the draw with his

responses.

Back at home, Clara couldn't shake off her restlessness. She thought about trying her luck at that grand casino

estate she'd heard whispers about. But just as she was about to step out, she bumped into Scarlette.

Scarlette was looking stunning today, her hair styled in big, carefree waves, and a sleek little black dress that

highlighted her figure perfectly.

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Clara's eyes lit up briefly as she hit the elevator button, and they headed to the parking garage together.

"Scarlette, are you on your way to a date?" Clara teased.

Scarlette tossed her burgundy hair with a playful grin. "Just out for sfun. Care to join?"

"Where are we headed?"

"The Nightfall."

Clara recognized the name. It was that sprawling estate she'd heard of, where gamblers spoke of it in whispers,

calling it the Nightfall. For a place that occupied an entire hill, dripping in opulence, the n'Nightfall' seemed

a bit ironic.

Scarlette not only knew the place but seemed to be quite the regular there.

Clara was planning to go anyway, so they decided to team up. As Clara settled into the passenger seat of

Scarlette's car, she caught a hint of her perfume. It wasn't a typical fragrance, and Clara couldn't quite pin down

the brand, but its charm was like sugar melting into water, subtly filling the air with its sweet aroma.

Clara hadn't been sleeping well and was starting to feel a bit sleepy when Scarlette broke the silence. "Do you

know who runs the Nightfall?"

Clara perked up immediately; with her memory wiped clean, she knew nothing.

Seeing Clara's puzzled look, Scarlette's lips curled into a sly smile.

"Word on the street is that the entire Nightfall is under his control. The lower levels are for the casual gamblers,

but deeper inside, anything goes. The place is crawling with top hackers and elite fighters, dabbling in every

gray market trade. Loads of powerful families have tried to strike deals with the mysterious owner, but he's

never shown his face."

Clara straightened up. "No one knows who he is?"

As they paused at a red light, Scarlette casually pulled out a cigarette, but thought better of it and put it away,

respecting Clara's presence.

"Nobody knows. Rumor has it he was once an undercover agent overseas. You know how our country is cautious

about certain things, especially after so many people got tricked abroad. They desperately needed an informant

to feed intel back home. He was the one they picked, on the condition that he could find someone he's been

searching for. The details he gave were sketchy, supposedly about a little girl who saved his life years ago, but

with so many people in the country, who could tell who she was? Eventually, someone pulled a fast one, bringing

forward a random sick girl to pose as her, and he bought it, treating her almost like a sister. But just a few years

into his undercover stint, he got word that the girl's illness had returned. He asked to cback, but the powers

that be wouldn't let him, as the operation was at a critical point."