Chapter 238

"How do you know—" Rocco blurted, but Brock cut him off with a single, sharp glare.

Even Brock felt a flicker of surprise. While barking orders for Finnegan to be tied to another chair, his eyes lingered on Clara.

She was just a small-time doctor, yet her mind was precise, quick, and unflinching even in the jaws of danger. She was far tougher than the pampered heiresses raised behind gilded walls.