Chapter 315

"Yeah, it's me," Clara said calmly. The thugs already knew who she was if they'd made it this far. So, there was no use pretending otherwise. After Isaac confirmed Clara's identity, he stepped back and motioned to the men behind him. "Get her in the car!" They were ready to haul Clara off to the outskirts. Their orders were clear—rough her up to teach her a lesson. They closed in on her without hesitation. Clara threw a punch that landed squarely on a man's face. He flinched as pain shot through him, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He was bleeding. Clara immediately lashed out with a swift kick at another man. She knew these seven or eight burly men were likely just thugs who relied on brute force and strength in numbers to get what they wanted. Most people cowered at the mere sight of them, and sometimes, they rarely had to do much to win a fight. Someone had hired them to rough up Clara, and they assumed it would be a walk in the park. After all, how hard coul