Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe's heart skipped a beat.

The sight of Claire holding a pistol sent shivers down her spine. Connor had always warned her that Claire was a lunatic, but now, that fear was becoming all too real.

Chloe's fingers tightened anxiously. Her mind raced, forcing her to observe her surroundings and desperately plan an escape route. If Claire decided to shoot, she was pretty sure about ninety percent-that

she could wrestle the gun away. But the theater was likely crawling with Claire's people. Getting out alive would mean taking Claire as a hostage.

Chloe was poised, waiting for the right moment to act. But then, Claire, almost nonchalantly, handed the golden gun over to her.

"Ms. Chloe, I didn't get you a proper welcome gift last time we met. Let me make it up to you now." Chloe exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Thank God, it wasn't what she thought. Calm but cautious, Chloe remarked, "This gold custom P210 is like the Rolls-Royce of pistols." Claire gazed at her with a touch of admiration. "I didn't expect you to be a gun enthusiast." Chloe kept her voice steady, "I can't accept such an extravagant gift without earning it."

Claire smiled, "I have a task for you. Complete it, and you will have earned it."

but Claire was already on her feet. She took Chloe's hand and placed the pistol

Chloe, I want you to use this gun to

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turned icy, "Ms. Claire, I can't comply

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