New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 203 Let Her Go?

Claire's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise. "Excuse me?" she said, her tone colder than before.

"Lisa," Alex repeated, his eyes searching hers. "Why did you let her go?"

Claire exhaled slowly, regaining her composure. "That is a personal matter, Alex," she said, her voice firm. "I don't see how it's relevant to this discussion."

"It is relevant to me," Alex countered, his voice tinged with frustration. "You know what she did. You had every reason to keep her locked up."

Claire's gaze hardened. "I did what I thought was best," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Alex wasn't satisfied with that answer. He leaned forward, his frustration growing. "She hurt you, Claire. Physically. She deserves to be in jail, not walking free. How can you just let that go?"

Claire's patience was wearing thin. "She would've lasted a month at most, maybe just a few days. It wasn't worth it," she said dismissively.

Alex frowned, her answer striking him as odd. He opened his mouth to question her further, but before he could, Claire cut him off with a sharp tone. "Why did you visit Lisa, Alex? Were you planning to free her in the first place?" The question caught Alex off guard. He hesitated, wondering how she had found out. "How did you-"

"The police gave a description, Alex," Claire interrupted, her eyes locking onto his. "It wasn't hard to put two and two together. So, tell me, why were you there?"

Alex hesitated, torn between telling her the truth and deflecting. But the words tumbled out before he could stop them. "I was interrogating her. I wanted to know why she hurt you."

Claire's expression remained unreadable, though her eyes narrowed slightly as she absorbed his words.

she attempted suicide in your building," Alex continued, his voice softer now, tinged

brows, trying to maintain her composure. She leaned back in her chair, crossing

in his features.

her fingers on her arm, deep in

the corner of Alex's lips, but he didn't answer. Claire rolled her eyes, already guessing his response. "Of course," she muttered, the sarcasm

leave," Claire added coldly, putting her glasses back on and returning her attention to her laptop. She began typing, her fingers moving quickly over the keys as she

but now, they fascinated him. There was something about the way she bit her lip

pulled back into a half bun, and the

up, she said sarcastically, "You can take a

stood up, trying to regain his composure.

up from her work. "You're welcome," she

at her. "What about your bruise, Claire?" he asked,

fine," she said, her voice tight. She didn't want to talk about it, not with

sensing her discomfort. "Take care of yourself, Claire," he said gently before walking out

let out a deep breath, her shoulders sagging with the weight

the door

a deep breath, her

had taken an unexpected turn, leaving her feeling unsettled. What was supposed to be a straightforward discussion about the robot Alex had requested for his

leaving with the weight

especially when Claire found out that Alex visited Lisa. However, his answer is not what Claire expects. The fact that Alex was there to confront Lisa about her wrongdoings is the last thing that crossed her

cold, distant man she remembered. It was unsettling, to say the