Chapter 237

These men were clearly desperate outlaws. Money was the only thing that mattered to them.

Forget a million—ten million wouldn't make Clara hesitate for a second.

Rocco froze, instinctively glancing at Brock. "Boss, she really has that kind of money?"

"I can add more." Seeing their hesitation, Clara pressed her advantage, her voice steady and persuasive. "If you tell me who hired you, I'll throw in