Chapter 177 Billionaire's Lies

• Meanwhile, Clara moved on into the forest, her ragged breaths and blurry vision from pain and exhaustion. The mangled arm hung limply at her side, the bandage now through with blood from being soaked. With each step, it was agonizing; the forest floor uneven and littered with roots which threatened to trip her with every movement.Cool air hit her at her wound; she clenched her jaw so she wouldn't scream out the pains that were welling up within her.
• "They'll never take me alive," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper yet laced with defiance.
• She clung to a tree for support, her mind racing for an escape plan. The sound of barking dogs and heavy boots crashing through the undergrowth grew louder. The police were closing in, their determination palpable. Clara's hand grazed the cold metal of the small knife she had hidden in her boot. It wasn't much, but it was her last line of defense.