Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Given that Kaitlyn had already shelled out a massive forty million dollars in breach of contract fees, it was clear their bond was pretty strong.

Clara stayed quiet, which prompted Kaitlyn to jump in, "Since you've lost your memory, I won't dive into your past. You probably didn't know, but I've got a promising project right now. A bunch of partners are itching to invest. Are you short on cash lately?"noveldrama

Clara nodded, not bothering to hide her financial struggles.

Kaitlyn leaned back, pulling out her phone, and after a few minutes of scrolling, she set it down. "I have five scripts on my plate. Two are pretty standard-nothing to write home about in terms of returns. But the other three? They're goldmines. We can partner up and make a guaranteed profit. It's up to you if you want to trust me."

Without her old memories, Kaitlyn was practically a stranger to Clara.

Clara studied Kaitlyn's face and suddenly smiled. "Of course I trust you. When I looked you up, your name rang a bell."

Kaitlyn extended her hand with a slight grin. "I'm swamped these days and have a team meeting soon. If nothing else, I'll head out. Call me if you need anything."

"Alright."

They both stood up and walked out with purpose.

Just as Kaitlyn was about to get in her car, she hesitated, looking like she wanted to ask something but then decided against it.

Clara broke the silence. "Kaitlyn, since you know about my past, do you know the real deal with Dylan? Is it really my fault his accident happened..."

It was hard to say out loud. Dylan was the golden boy in their circle, and everyone blamed Clara for his accident, thinking he despised her. But what was the truth?

Kaitlyn furrowed her brow, pausing before speaking. "You weren't much of a talker before, especially about Dylan. You had a crush on someone else. The last time we met, you mentioned wanting to confess to someone, but I never asked who. As for your issues with Dylan, I'm not really in the loop. Clara, back then, you were a bit hard to approach. I never got why you were so close to Simon, but I always felt he might've been a front, someone you used to protect someone else."

Clara was stunned. She had thought Simon was a stand-in for someone else.

But a decoy?

Things just got more tangled.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Kaitlyn suddenly stepped forward and hugged her. "If I'd known you'd lose your

memory, I would've asked more about you back then."

Clara felt a wave of relief; some things just couldn't be rushed.

She got into her car first, waving goodbye to Kaitlyn who stayed behind.

Once Clara drove off, Kaitlyn turned to open her car door but paused when she heard footsteps around the corner.

She closed her door and walked over, finding Simon leaning against the wall, smoking.

She didn't know him personally but recognized him. He didn't know her, so no need for pleasantries.

As she turned back to her car, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"About what?"

Caught off guard, she heard Simon chuckle. "Her being so nice to me, following me around, just to use me as a decoy for someone else?"

Kaitlyn hadn't expected him to overhear that. Had he been lurking? Was he following Clara?

Did Clara know?

"Mr. Simon, I was just speculating."

Simon took a step closer, flicking his cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot with intensity. "Speculating?"