New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 190 Confrontation

Lisa blinked open and closed her eyes, adjusting to the light. She groaned and sat up, looking around with a frown of confusion. The room was warm, and the bed was comfortable, but she didn't recognize any of it. She slid her legs off the bed and stood up, feeling slightly unsteady. She walked to the window and saw that she was in an apartment.

Racking her brain, Lisa tried to make sense of her situation. How did she end up here? The last thing she remembered was being in the car with Max.

Then it hit her-Max had offered her a drink. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized that Max must have drugged her. She couldn't believe that someone she had hired would do such a thing.

"That fucker! He will regret this." She muttered to herself in anger.

She walked over to the door and opened it, surprised to find it unlocked. She stepped out of the apartment and looked around. The place was medium-sized, with walls painted white and beige, but there were no pictures or decorations. Lisa headed downstairs and saw the back of someone's head. She called out, "Who are you?"

Her lips curled into a smirk as she sipped her tea. She placed the cup down on the coffee table, leaned back on the couch, and said, "How was your sleep?" she asked, her tone almost teasing.

Lisa froze for a moment, recognizing the voice but still unsure. Slowly, she walked around the couch, and to her surprise, it was Claire. A sudden wave of nervousness and anxiety swept over her. "Claire, why are you here? And where am I?" she stammered. Claire, maintaining her calm demeanor, smiled coolly. "Sit down, Lisa."

Lisa felt a surge of skepticism. Ignoring Claire's invitation, she demanded, "Why are you here, Claire? What is this place?"

Claire's smirk widened. "You are in a safe place Lisa, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you or do you any harm."

Lisa took a step forward, her fists clenched. "Max, where is he? I need to see him. I need to talk to him. He drugged me!" Lisa uttered while shouting.

Claire sighed as she knew dealing with Lisa needed a lot of energy. "I almost forgot how much energy it took to deal with you."

"Just answer the damn question, Claire. Where is Max?" Lisa eyes blazing with fire, but Claire found it amusing.

"You wanted to see him? Fine." Claire and Lisa stared into each other eyes. Lisa glared at her whereas Claire was calm. "Max, there is someone who wanted to see you." Claire said loudly and from the kitchen, Max walked into the living room.

Max has a looked of seriousness but also slightly nervous. It didn't cross his mind that he would be doing this for the sake of money. He blame Lisa for not telling the whole truth what Claire is capable of.

don't you want to say something to the person you hired?" Claire said in a matter of

heard

sipped it

don't know what you are

a more sarcastic way. "Oh my God, Lisa. When will you stop playing

her heels clicking against the floor as she approached Lisa. "Let me remind you. You hired Max to post a photo

her fist so hard that her nails were digging through her skin. Claire took notice of her silence as her eyes drifted down to Lisa's fist. She scoffed in disbelief as she looked back at Lisa. "Honey, please don't clenched your fist too tight or you will hurt yourself. But then again is not the

couldn't believe what she was hearing and what

are you going to stay silent, huh?" Claire raised her brows. "Well then,

heels and took a sit. "So, Max tell me what

while keeping her eyes trained on

Thompson hired me to post photo about

how much did she pay

"Five hundred dollars."

with so

and kept throwing questions at

tell you to

me to post photo about your wedding with

where did you get all

"From Ms. Thompson herself."

bitch!" Lisa screamed. "You promise to keep

Peterson are capable of doing. She can ruin my life if I don't

that she hired a coward like Max. "You are such a girl. How are you scared of a woman like her?" Claire watched their interaction with

her. I fear her and so

is on the verge of screaming in frustration. This doesn't go the way she expected to

just following orders.

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