Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 500

Chapter 500

Megan quickly dialed Eden's number, seeing Eden as just another naive pawn, easy to manipulate. True to form,

once Eden heard what Megan had done, she generously wired over a million dollars without hesitation.

"Megan, you're something else! This million is your reward. When we confirm Clara is out of the way, I'll send

another million. This stays between us, got it?"

As Megan glanced at the banking notification, a smirk formed on her lips. What Eden scorned was exactly what

Megan was desperate for-money. She needed it to invest in herself, to becmore stunning, more perfect, to

catch that man's attention. Megan was well aware of Eden's disdain for her, but she had little respect for Eden

either. To her, Eden was just an ATM.

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Despite her thoughts, she spoke softly, reassuring Eden. "Don't worry, Ms. Eden. I've got a plan."

Megan wanted those high-society heiresses to dance to her tune like puppets. She had spent three years

working at Moonlight, where the backstabbing was way worse than anything outside. At first, the other women

dumped the most obnoxious clients on her, or assigned her the dirtiest, toughest tasks. Moonlight was a tiny

world of the elite, and women like her were at the very bottom.

She had learned the ropes the hard way, enduring a lot from difficult clients but she survived. If she could come

out on top there, dealing with these fools was a breeze. Effortless.

After hanging up, another call cthrough. It was from the group that had taken Clara, asking for the next

move. Megan casually sat down, grabbing a piece of fruit. She didn't just want Clara gone; she wanted her

reputation destroyed.

Clara had a mysterious boyfriend, right? That was the perfect angle. If Dylan thought Clara was unfaithful, and

everyone in the Capital believed she was promiscuous, she'd have a hard tmarrying anyone respectable.

With a chuckle, she instructed over the phone, "Take her to the spot we discussed."

The man on the other end got the message and obediently followed orders. Meanwhile, Clara sat in the car,

clueless about where they were taking her. Her phone had been confiscated, so she could only wait and see.

In the meantime, a scandal started brewing in the Capital's social circles-rumor had it Clara's mysterious

boyfriend was actually a male model from the night scene. In that world, those who sold their bodies were at the

bottom of the

social ladder, no matter their gender. Male models wooing rich women, beauties trying to marry up; if

anyone managed to marry into a wealthy family, it was gossip gold.

No self-respecting debutante would ever link herself to a male model. It was unclear how the rumor began but

within an hour, it was all anyone could talk about. No wonder Clara never introduced her boyfriend-it turned out

he was a male model.

"Smale models are really good at seducing people, even more than women," someone remarked.

"No matter how charming, they're still selling themselves. Who wants that? | think Clara was just heartbroken by

Mr. Simon and found a male model for comfort."

"You never know, male models can be dangerously persuasive."

The room was filled with laughter, all at the expense of Clara's rumored male model. Only Simon, sitting nearby,

stayed quiet. After taking a phone call, he got up and left.

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