Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 888

Claire furrowed her brow, a familiar crease forming between her eyes. One look from the old butler, and the mercenaries nearby automatically stepped back,

giving her space.

She slid into the car behind the butler. The route they took was all too familiar; it led to the grand old theater. But why were they headed there?

Halfway through the ride, a thought struck her. "Where's Barrett?" she asked.

"Mr. Barrett is waiting for you at the theater," the butler replied, his voice calm and steady.

her, like a loyal pet dog. She never truly cared for him. Yet, his steadfast presence during her darkest times had touched her, even if she

pulled up at the grand theater. The butler stood outside, bowing slightly. "Madam, please go in on

The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with neglect, as though the place had been left

drifted to the stage. The red curtain hung there, silent and

Memories of past performancenet

through her mind, each

last. Every show ended with the stage awash in blood. Of course, someone would clean up afterward, but the stains had seeped deep into

guilt. To her, those lives were as inconsequential as ants. Yet, there was a time when she was kind-hearted and just. But the world hadn't returned her kindness. Since then,

coming from the stage. Claire moved closer, curiosity piqued. With each step, overhead lights flicked on, cascading in waves like an ocean of light. By the