Chapter 158 Billionaire's Lies

• Clara opened her eyes and looked out at the darkened countryside, the lights of the small town fading into the distance. Her smirk returned as she thought about the news reports and the manhunt. The media could paint her as a dangerous criminal all they wanted. In her mind, this was no escape-it was a reclamation of power. They thought they had her caged, their rules and walls capable of holding her. But Clara knew better. She always had a way out.
• "They think they're hunting me," she whispered to herself, the words muffled by the soft hum of the train. She trailed a finger along the edge of her seat, her mind tallying up what she needed to do next. "But they're the ones being played."
• But it wasn't just freedom. It was proof she could outsmart them all-doctors, guards, boys in boots. Even Benedict. Her lips were clamped shut at the thought of that smirk on his face. Benedict Thompson. The man who thought he was better than she, who'd stolen her power and sent her to rot in a cold, sterile facility.