Chapter 182 Billionaire's Lies

• Meanwhile, in the dim recesses of the cell, Clara sat on the side of the chilly metal cot with her mind busy with thoughts of revenge and flight. Her torn arm, crudely slung by the medics, pounded with pain, but her fury eclipsed it. She eyed the small window barred across it, faint moonlight streaming in to send long, unnatural shadows across the walls of the cell.
• Dolores, her former cellmate, was sitting nearby, watching her every move with a smirk. "So," Dolores drawled, leaning casually against the wall, "how's the grand plan coming along? Still playing the mastermind, Clara?"
• Clara shot her a venomous glare. "Shut up, Dolores," she snapped. "You don't know anything."