Clara's wrist was firmly grasped, the pressure making her frown involuntarily.

She tried to pull away, but the grip tightened.

"Clara, answer me!" Matthew's voice was cold, his dark eyes fixed intensely on her face, searching for any hint of deviation.

Clara remained expressionless, except for a slight twitch of her brow whenever his grip tightened.

Looking at his restrained anger, Clara suddenly found it somewhat amusing. "Matthew, what authority are you using to ...