No Strings Attached

Chapter 437

The moment he finished speaking, he reached out with his large hand towards Clara.

With the reflexes of a cornered animal, Clara bolted upright on the bed and landed a solid kick right where it hurt the most. The man howled in agony, doubling over and curling into a fetal position on the floor, clutching at his groin.

Suddenly, a blonde-haired thug sprang into action, rushing over and delivering a stinging slap across Clara's face. "Listen here, lady," he sneered. "If my boss wants you, it's your lucky day. You stick with him, and you'll be living the high life - champagne and caviar, the works. But you dare fight back? You asking for trouble?"

Clara's head reeled from the blow. The stars danced before her eyes, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

The tattooed man, however, kicked the blonde thug in the rear, cursing under his breath, "Back off! I like this kind of hot girl. She's got spirit."

only to have his hand smacked away. She knew she couldn't win a direct confrontation with these goons. She needed to buy time, stall for lan's rescue. Suddenly, Clara's eyes welled up with tears, and she gave the boss a look of

whimpered. Her voice was soft. "I'm very hungry. Can you get me

protest but was met with a cold glare from

what if she runs off after eating, huh?" the thug

swarming with my guys. Where

door, a group of men

hell do you punks think you are, waltzing into my boss' pad

voice cut through the tension

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the thug's spine, whose legs trembled uncontrollably. "What woman? We ain't got no one here. Beat it!" he

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