Chapter 236 Billionaire's Lies

• The cold wind screamed through the cemetery, scattering the dead leaves across the floor. The moon threw a faint shine over the headstones and pointed out one specifically-Clara Hemp.
• Morales stood in front of it, fists clenched in his hands. It had long been since the rain stopped pouring, but moisture hung in the air, creeping through his pores and into his bone.
• "Clara." He was hardly whispering. His throat constricted; his chest seemed heavy, but with the feeling, which he did not know how to explain, neither his mind could articulate.