Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 313

Chapter 313

Dylan pulled out a handkerchief and casually dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "Sure, but it's out of your price

range."

Clara felt a bit awkward. In this city, no one could match Dylan's wealth.

She thought about it for a moment, then a light bulb went off, and she smiled, as if she'd cup with the

perfect idea. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Mr. Dylan, if | can find a gift that pleases you, would you share

the details about that property?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her confidence. There was a spark of interest in his eyes, though he

quickly masked it. "Alright," he said.

With a plan forming in her mind, Clara saw no reason to stick around. She left the hotel and immediately got in

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touch with her friend, Scarlette.

Scarlette was taken aback when Clara asked her about the looks of a deceased member from the Dawson family.

"Clara, what's this about?"

"Do you happen to have any photos of her?" Clara pressed.

Everyone knew about Dylan's late 'dream girl." If she could find someone who looked like her, maybe that would

make Dylan happy. Although Clara doubted he was that shallow, since he was already going along with Walter's

matchmaking, maybe he'd be open to a lookalike?

Scarlette dug around and eventually found a photo of the Dawson family's late daughter, warning Clara, "Be

careful with this."

Scarlette didn't know Clara's full plan, but she could guess.

Clara reassured her confidently, "I've got this covered. Thanks, Scarlette."

The two of them were neighbors and had becpretty close over time.

After hanging up, Clara studied the photo on her phone. Shelly had this gentle, classic beauty, exactly the kind

you'd expect from someone called an ‘ideal woman.' Now it was clear that was Dylan's type.

She lowered her gaze, remembering the rumors that linked Shelly's death to her. Would Dylan be furious if she

set up a lookalike?

But she'd already set things in motion. There was no turning back now.

Sometimes you just have to take a chance.

Clara started scouring karaoke bars, searching for someone who resembled the photo. Eventually, she found a

match-a student who had just started working at a karaoke bar to support her struggling family, and she hadn't

gotten involved with anyone yet.

Looking at the girl's face, Clara had a moment where she couldn't believe her luck. The likeness was uncanny,

making all her effort worth it.

A smile curved on her lips as she gently touched the girl's shoulder. "What's your name?"

"Sarah," the girl replied.

It's a good name, Clara thought, and her soft, gentle demeanor seemed like something Dylan would appreciate.

Sarah stood nervously in front of Clara. Growing up in a small village, she'd never left until college, and it took all

her determination to make it to the city. Seeing the city's splendor only made her feel more out of place.

Those glamorous socialites with their stylish clothes always seemed so distant, making Sarah feel like a little

mouse peeking into a world of happiness she could never reach.

Facing Clara now, those feelings of inadequacy surged back. She twisted her hands nervously until Clara spoke,

"Just follow my lead. I'll handle everything."