Chapter 178 Billionaire's Lies

• Clara was loaded into the patrol car under the watchful eyes of Morales and his team. Her wrists were shackled, and her wounded arm was now properly bandaged by paramedics, but the restraints around her torso ensured she couldn't move freely. Her face, pale and gaunt, was set in an expression of cold defiance. Morales sat across from her, his eyes locked on her as the vehicle made its way to the station.
• "You've lost, Clara," Morales said, his voice measured but firm. "You're going away for a long time. Whatever you think you've planned, it ends here."
• Clara tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You think bars can hold me, Morales? You're more naive than I thought."