Chapter 179 Billionaire's Lies

• The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, echoing the turmoil in her head. Clara's words kept playing like an awful tune, one that seemed to add a pit to her stomach with each one.
• She scanned backward across to Clara's cell, where the ex-partner-in-crime lounged like she owned the whole place on a metal cot in the center. Clara hummed a faint little tune and shone with this mischievous glint because she played around with a thread that had slipped loose on the prison-issued uniform. This looks very calm and at ease for the person with absolutely no cards anymore. Dolores had seen the look before it always spelled out trouble.
• You're thinking too hard, Dolores," Clara said, her voice piercing the silence. "You'll wrinkle your face up."