LOGINOscar walked into the factory. The Draconox Order's men had already sealed off the entire site.Steven's body still lay where it had fallen. Meghan and her group stood a short distance away."That Clara looks soft and weak, but she's nothing like that. Look how vicious she is...""That's right! Look what she did to us. You have to get justice for us!""Look at my face. That wicked woman did this to me!"Several women continued to slander Clara. Their faces were still swollen from the beating, but that did nothing to stop their endless complaints.As they spoke, Freya bared her claws in fury inside Oscar's sleeve.Clara was nothing like the person they described. Freya wanted to rush out and confront them. She looked down at her tiny body, however, and lowered her head in frustration.She couldn't confront them. She didn't understand exactly what had happened, but she would always stand by Clara, even if the latter had killed someone. Wasn't that what family was supposed to do?
'Clara, a killer? It couldn't be true. It couldn't possibly be true. I have to see for myself.'The same sense of unease rose in Oscar once again. He had long suspected that the small dragon had deep ties to the Chamberlains, and the news had confirmed exactly what he had feared.The moment he looked at her small, slender frame, that conviction began to waver.'Impossible.' He had gone through the transformation himself. His body had taken on a dragon's form, but its mass had remained the same. There was no way it could shrink to something this small."I can go look for her. But the moment we step outside this room, you stay latched onto my arm. Don't show yourself unless I tell you to."Oscar wanted to find out what was really going on as well. It had nothing to do with his connection to the sisters. He simply wanted the truth.The small dragon nodded vigorously.Oscar left the Miller residence with her.…Linkstep Electronics was the factory where Clara worked. Because of th
"The suspect has been identified as Clara, formerly the third heiress of the Chamberlain family, once one of Silverton's most prominent households..."Freya was beside herself. She scratched at Oscar's arm and cried out in short, urgent bursts, pointing at the phone screen, then the window, then back at the screen.Oscar had already seen it.His brow furrowed. "Clara? A killing?"He knew Clara. He had grown up under the same roof as her. The woman he remembered could not even kill a chicken. She flinched whenever someone stepped on an insect. She felt guilty over things most people never gave a second thought to.He opened the article. The footage was shaky, but clear enough. Clara had one hand wrapped around a man's throat as she carried him to the window and threw him out.She hadn't pushed but thrown him.He had still been several feet from the window when she let go. The camera cut away, then picked her up again as she walked down the dormitory corridor, unhurried and comple
Clara gripped him by the throat with one hand. "I told you. Pay me, and I go. You made it complicated."With the other, she pulled out his phone, unlocked it with his thumb, and transferred herself a little over 200 dollars.It was the pay he owed her for the past several days.Then she released him. She had not put much force behind the throw.Even so, Steven flew all the way to the window, and the glass offered no resistance.Clara listened to the impact from below, gave a small nod, and heard the shouting begin a moment later.She felt nothing in particular.Wages determined whether entire families survived. Making someone work without paying them was an endless humiliation.She turned around. The security guard from the entrance stood in the doorway with several colleagues. They all wore the same expression as they looked at her."Got what I came for. Thanks." She lifted a hand in farewell and walked toward them.They stepped aside without a word.That amount was not wor
Clara walked toward Steven. Without thinking, she pushed up her sleeve, just as she always did when there was work to be done.Steven saw something entirely different. He had no intention of paying her. If he set that precedent, anyone who lasted two days could walk out expecting the same treatment, and production would fall apart.But this conversation could still go another way."Pay you? Sure." His gaze drifted to her bare arm, and the corners of his mouth lifted. "But I'll need a reason. Something I can take upstairs."Clara raised an eyebrow. "What kind of reason?"She had come here to make his life difficult. She was in no hurry.He had promised to handle the dormitory situation, then turned around and reported her to his cousin. That deserved payback.She was more than happy to let him speak first. A hunted animal that struggled was always more satisfying than one that gave up."There are a few different kinds."Steven let his gaze roam over her. Clara was striking, wit
"I'm giving you the chance. Go cry to your mother." Clara's voice remained flat and even.What followed was anything but.The woman slammed face-first into the wall. She was fairly certain her nose had collapsed, and several of her teeth no longer felt right.The other four were off their bunks before she finished sliding to the floor."What do you think you're doing?"Clara slowly rolled her neck once. "No rush. One at a time."A few minutes later, Clara walked out of the dormitory, whistling with her bag slung over her shoulder.The sounds coming from inside the room were wet and indistinct. Anyone passing through the corridor would have assumed a rowdy fight had broken out.They had no way of knowing that all five women now had mouths swollen beyond recognition, several fewer teeth than they had started with, and no ability left to form coherent words.Clara never looked back. She headed toward the management building.She still had wages to collect.A security guard step
'How did Amara end up siding with Jason and turning on Irene?' Giana wondered.Giana nodded. "Fine. Mountain and sea it is.""Yes!"They shook on it, packed their bags in good spirits, and went to bed.Just as sleep began to take hold, Irene's eyes opened. "Wait, Giana. If we leave, what happens
The moment Amara stepped out of the venue, she exuded a chilly aura. "Find out who put Rebecca Miller in that chair. Use whatever means necessary."Did anyone truly think she was calm? She had been slapped in front of that many people. She had endured it for the sake of the family. That was the onl
Amara let out a cold laugh. "What to do? The only reason we ever invested in that school was because of Elara."Frankly, the principal of Silverton High is a dog we put there to guard the gate. If a dog cannot even do that, what use is he to me?"Jason understood. "Got it."Amara gave a small nod
"Bella, second daughter of the Chamberlain family." The lead man held up his phone and compared her face to the image on the screen. After confirming payment, he spoke into the phone. "Take her."The others moved in.Bella was not Diana. She was a superintendent. She could handle herself.The mom







