Chapter 33 Hidden Agendas

• Clara had suffered under the high-interest loans before. For half a year, she had been tormented by it. If not for the nightclub manager stepping in to help her, she might have been forced into selling herself. That experience had been a nightmare, one that left her with a deep seated aversion to the very concept of interest, a reflexive hatred she couldn’t shake.
• Gritting her teeth, she lifted her head, but her voice was barely above a whisper. "Isn’t it just... that?"
• She wanted to muster the courage to say bring it on, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting at his lips in a frenzy.