Chapter 150 Billionaire's Lies

• The guards shoved Clara lightly forward, but she resisted for a moment, enough to whisper out one final thing: "Sweet dreams, Dolores.".
• There was a chill down her spine. She knew Clara too well, saw the wheels in motion behind that sharp mind of hers. This was no breakdown. It was a performance - calculated, flawless.
• Clara continued walking down the corridor with the sound of humming as a mournful melody, carrying that ghostly echo through the hallway. The guards shifted uneasily, but Clara didn't even notice, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of her victory.