Chapter 611

The biting winter wind cut across the terrace. Clara shuddered. She could not tell whether the chill came from the cold or from fear.

Before the thought could settle, lights flared along the dark road below. Several black sedans tore forward at high speed.

She recognized the lead car at once. It was Arthur's.

Panic surged. She lurched up from the chair, but the bespectacled man slammed her back do