Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 862

Clara let the guy go and headed straight back to the motel.

She waited there until around eight, but Charles still hadn’t shown up. Instead, the motel owner popped in. When he saw her alone, his eyes lit up, and he brought over a glass of water, insisting she drink it.

Clara almost laughed out loud—could he be any more obvious? Did he really think she’d fall for such a basic trick?

She pulled out her gun and pressed it right up to his forehead.

The owner’s eyes went wide with fear as he slowly backed away, carefully taking the water with him. After that, he didn’t dare come near her again.

Clara waited until nine. Finally, the door swung open from the outside. Before she even saw who it was, she heard Charles’s voice.

“Hey, sis! I found out where Dylan went! He really was here. People said he headed up to the northernmost mountain, but there’s a catch. Some foreign billionaire bought up the whole area years ago—like, dozens of kilometers around it. No one’s allowed in, and nobody knows what they’re doing up there.”

That lined up with what Clara had heard. But if the place was locked down so tight, had Dylan really managed to sneak in?

She frowned as Charles stepped closer, sharing his theory.

“Maybe they’re running secret drug experiments up there. Remember that underground fighting ring in North America? There was this drug that turned the whole scene upside down—made fighters go wild, then disappeared. The people behind it ended up wanted in like a dozen countries. The country we’re in now? Basically lawless. They’ve got a president, but he’s so corrupt he’d sell out his own people for the right price. I asked around. Turns out they recruit people to test some kind of drug on that mountain. If you pass the health screening, they pay you a ton—but no one ever comes back.”

Clara lowered her eyes, thinking. “So they’re using people for human experiments?”

Charles leaned back. “Don’t be so surprised. Stuff like this happens in North America too. The big bosses just keep it behind closed doors. Regular people never see it.”

Clara’s hand curled into a fist at her side. “I want to go in and find Dylan.”

It had already been five days with no news. And when Dylan left the country, did he really take that many people with him?

Charles glanced outside. Night had completely fallen.

“They’re recruiting new test subjects soon. We can try to get in. Trust me, people from our country are in high demand here.”

The next two nights, Clara barely slept. On the third day, a group of recruiters finally arrived in town.

Grayson, meanwhile, was suddenly all smiles, sticking close to Charles.

“Boss, what are you doing here? Did you hear the rumor too?”

“What rumor?” Charles asked.

Grayson wasn’t much of a fighter—his real talent was talking his way out of trouble.

Clara and Charles exchanged a glance. Was this the same drug that had once thrown the underground fighting world into chaos?

There was only one way to know for sure—they had to see it for themselves.