Chapter 156 Billionaire's Lies

• Clara did not know, but a person sitting not too far from the center of the car had noticed odd behavior from Clara. A male in his early thirties, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a worn backpack, kept looking her way. He had gotten on at the same station and could remember seeing her pause by the platform, her movements furtive.
• She's hiding something, he thought to himself, instincts honed over years working as a private investigator.
• He shot a discreet photo of Clara. Her face was masked, and her entire body seemed tensed. He brought up his local news app to scan through headlines for the past several days.