NovelFastChapter 348
Clara hung her head, her whole body screaming in pain. When the whip cracked against her chest again, she felt
like she might just spit blood.
"Eden, do you really think this is fun?"
Eden tightened her grip on the whip, eyes blazing with anger. "Of course it's fun! You brought this on yourself,
Clara. First my brother, and now you're after the one I love? Today, I'm going to ruin that pretty face of yours and
see how you plan on seducing anyone then."
She stepped forward, snatching a knife, ready to scar Clara's face.
But Clara interrupted, "Isn't it Dylan's heart you want? | can help with that. I've got a boyfriend, and Mr. Dylan
knows it. Like you said, I'm only around him for business. Once he sees who | really am, he'll want nothing to do
with me."
Her eyes were cold, lashes lowered. "To me, he's not as important as my company. You've lashedthirty times
already. If you keep going, you'll push him too far. Dylan's a gentleman-he won't want his people turning out like
this. Are you ready for his full wrath? I've seen him take care of Lincoln."
Eden's face turned pale.
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Clara raised an eyebrow. So Eden knew Dylan had dealt with Lincoln.
Wasn't she scared? Or was her love for Dylan so strong she didn't care what he was capable of?
"Lincoln crossed the line, and Dylan dealt with him. You've made him mad more than once. Do you think he'll
forgive you again? | remember him saying if you messed up again, you'd never see him."
For Eden, the thought of never seeing Dylan again was worse than death.
She stepped back, fingers trembling around the knife.
Clara seized the moment, working harder to free herself. Her hands were tied above her, but from the first lash,
she had been using a nail to work at the rope.
Eden was briefly shocked by Clara's words, but soon snapped back. "I don't care. I'm going to ruin your face this
time. You'll regret this forever. I'll deal with Dylan's anger later!"
She lunged with the knife.
In that crucial moment, Clara broke free and kicked Eden in the stomach.
Eden gasped, dropping the knife.
Clara grabbed it, using all her strength to drive it through Eden's hand, pinning her to the floor.
As Eden was about to scream, Clara stuffed a rope into her mouth!
Eden's eyes widened in fear. She didn't dare move her impaled hand, stuck to the ground.
After everything, Clara almost passed out.
Her body ached, sweat dripping off her.
After a pause, she struggled toward the window.
The guards were at the front door; no one thought Clara would escape through the window.
Bloody and shaky, Clara opened the window, her fingers leaving red streaks.
She managed to climb out, stumbling away, leaving Eden behind.
Eden's tears fell, her hand throbbing, unable to speak with the rope in her mouth.
When the guards found her, blood was pooling on the floor.
"Ms. Eden!"
They rushed to remove the knife, a painful process for Eden.
Her face was pale as she glared in the direction Clara had fled, eyes filled with hatred.
"Clara! Clara!!"
She screamed, wishing she could tear Clara apart.
Before passing out, she told the guards, "Don't let Dylan know."
They nodded, rushing her to the hospital.
Eden knew Clara wouldn't tell Dylan. Clara kept things to herself, solving her own problems without involving
others unless caught.
It was her strength and her weakness.
Clara had no idea how long she ran. Blood loss made her vision blurry.
She collapsed by the roadside, too weak to worry about passing cars.
A car stopped. Someone got out, gently lifted her, and placed her in the passenger seat.
She tried to open her eyes but couldn't see clearly.
A nfloated in her mind, but she couldn't grasp it.
Someone had once made her feel this warmth.
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