Chapter 156 Billionaire's Lies

Clara did not know, but a person sitting not too far from the center of the car had noticed odd behavior from Clara. A male in his early thirties, wearing a leather jacket and sporting a worn backpack, kept looking her way. He had gotten on at the same station and could remember seeing her pause by the platform, her movements furtive. She's hiding something, he thought to himself, instincts honed over years working as a private investigator.