Chapter 117 Her Showdown

• “Let me go! Let me fucking go, you bastards!” Alisha cried out as the authorities dragged her down the corridor. Her heels scraped uselessly against the polished floor, leaving faint scuff marks as she twisted and fought their grip. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes wrinkled from the struggle, and her eyes darted around wildly as if searching for one last escape.
• She gritted her teeth and clawed at the officers’ hands. “Just—just wait—please! I need to clean my skin! Let me wash it off!”
• Her desperate plea only drew more attention.