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

but before he could, someone licked his hand, causing him to

her gaze icy as she repeated

was still tending to his hand, but he was still refusing to acknowledge any connection Claire got to her teet,

this the hard way, then so

promise to not

gestured to Matthew, indicating that the rider needed

backward, blood trickling

times. Committed a lot of crimes including being an illegal immigrant. Wow you rally do have a great track record." Claire explained his

low and threatening, "If you value your life, you'll tell

H

darted back and forth, weighing his options. In a sudden, desperate move, he

theat, intervened, rolling to shield Claire from

scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the studio, his escape fueled by tear

"Let him go," she commanded, bet tour resolute, "He can unas far as he want but

asked incredulously, his

I'm not letting him

wherever he goes, I'll find

meticulously nummaged through drawers and cabinets,

her eyes widened in surprise as she

"I found his passport,"

was trying to access it's laptop, Frowning infrustration, he admitted, "I don't know how to

rating with possibilities. "Cock the hint" she suggested, hereves scaming the laptop ser

"What does that mean?"

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