New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 61

Chapter 61 Who set your

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The used him the tallest job, blaming his own insupetence and the Interference of another person who had around Claire. Earlier, he had reportedbe successful outcome to his boss, knowing; there would be consequencestor his fallum "[could've had her. If only that mon wasn't helping her. E nearly had her." He muttered in himmell in forstration,

Stemming into his usuall living space, he tossed his brinet onto areaily suntare, his movements mugh with anger. His mind cared with thoughts of how he could have done better, playing the scene of his tailed attempt in his head.

Aabis frustration mounted, be reached for a bottle of beer from his tridge, his hands trembling slightly with agitation. Taking a swig of the drink, he glanced and beschuttesed studio, his eyes landing on abottle of hers that had bem lett umpeurdenflur table. Contusionele his mind momentarily as he realized fie never deli am emply bulile on the table.

Audien af alertness surged through him, his instinctsshapening as he set the beer bottle down onthecounter. In one swift rantion, he grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the wall, readying himself for confrontation

with a thick mussian accent, he bellowed into the darkness, "Who's there?"

The studio remained silent, the only illumination coming from the dim kitchen light. Slowly, he made his way towards the living room, his grip on the baseball bat tightening with each step. He felt the tension in the alt, his semes on high alert as he prepared for a potential threat.

Ashe reached for the light mitch, revealing the figure sitting calmly in anamchait, his heart pared with a mix of fear and anger.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice laced with a stem waming

Claire, the woman in the armchair, calmly reached to the standing lamp beside her and pulled the witch. The sudden illumination revealed her fare, causing the manto drop the baseball bat in shock. His eyes widened asho recognized her.

"How did you get in here?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a mixture of surpose and apprehendon.

Claloe's scurled into an evil smideas she regarded himcoldly. "Who sent you?" she asked pointedly, hertone curting through the tension in the room.

The mansored defiantly. "No one sent me," he replied, his demeanor challenging.

He made a mo

licked his hand, causing him to curse and wince in pain. Matthew,

she repeated her question, "Who sent

but he was still refusing to

to play this the hard way, then so be it," Claire wamed,

promise to not leak any

that the rider

reling backward, blood trickling from his mouth as he hit the floor. Claire approached him,

Russia, parents died at the age of six, living in the street since then and even went to all couple of times. Committed a lot of crimes including being an illegal immigrant. Wow you rally do have a great track record." Claire explained his biography in detail which make his

low and threatening, "If you value your life,

H

forth, weighing his options. In a sudden, desperate move, he grabbed a nearby broomstick, aiming it

rolling to shield Claire from

quick soll backward, Dmitri scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the studio,

him go," she commanded, bet tour resolute, "He can unas far

let him go be asked incredulously, his voice tinged with urgency, "We can still chase him

Matthew, ber expression calm yet resolute. "No, Matthew. I'm not letting him go. I'm just giving him a jump start," she explained cryptically. Matthew raised

and wherever he goes, I'll find

minutes, they meticulously nummaged through drawers and cabinets, hoping to find something valuable that could provide a

Claire opened a cabinet below Dimitri's desk, her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted his passport. Without hesitation, she grabbed it,

"I found his passport,"

infrustration, he admitted,

"Cock the hint" she

"What does that mean?"

phone. "I'm not thent in Russian, but let's