Chapter 77

The four muscular men pushed the wheelchair outside.

When they just opened the meeting room door, they saw a dozen security guards walking toward them in the corridor.

“Who are you?”

The head of the security guards walked over with a baton.

“This is our lady. She hurt her leg, so we came to pick her up,” the leader of the muscular men said calmly.

Clara wanted to speak, but her mouth was stuffed,