New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 282 Rafayel

Claire and Matthew headed back to the car, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. As they approached the car, Matthew shot a glance at Claire, breaking the silence. "Are you really just going to let those two guys go?" Matthew asked, his voice laced with doubt.

Claire's expression remained unreadable, her face as calm as ever. "I don't want to hurt them. All I need are answers," she said, her voice cool and measured. Matthew frowned, not entirely convinced. "You know they could've been lying to save themselves, right? That whole story they told you could be made up." Claire stopped in her tracks, turning to face Matthew. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone remained steady. "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

Matthew, sensing her frustration but unwilling to back down, replied, "You should've put them in jail. Whether their story is true or not, they were involved in putting Abigail in a coma. They deserve some kind of punishment."

Claire sighed, her gaze softening slightly as she considered his words. "I get it, Matthew. But what we need to focus on is finding the woman who ordered them to do this. She's the key to all of this."

Without waiting for a response, Claire opened the passenger door and slid inside the car. Matthew stood there for a moment, shaking his head before walking over to the driver's seat. He started the engine with a sigh, the hum of the car filling the silence between them. As they drove through the city streets, Matthew glanced over at Claire, curiosity gnawing at him. "What are you planning to do with Rafayel?" he asked.

Claire shrugged casually, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. "If he tells me what I need to know about this woman, I'll let him go."

Matthew frowned, clearly not thrilled with her plan. "You're going to let him go, too? Just like his two friends?"

Claire smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I never said I'd let him go easily," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

up to, but he knew better than to press her further. He

her nose in disgust as she stepped out of the car. "What is this place?" she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. Matthew joined her, equally unimpressed by their surroundings. "This is

he's willing to do dirty jobs. This place

building, the flickering lights above casting an eerie glow. Claire climbed the stairs, her steps light but purposeful. She had memorized the directions from one of Rafayel's

floor, Claire's sharp ears picked up the sound of loud music blaring from behind a door. She turned to Matthew,

asked, pointing to the door where the music

a nod. "This is what his friend

this. The second the door swung open, a wave of noise and

room was

like a king on his throne was Rafayel. He had two girls on either side of him, each one draped over his legs, laughing at something he had just said. He didn't even notice Claire and Matthew walk in

scanned the room quickly, her eyes locking on Rafayel. She leaned closer to Matthew, her voice raised over the pounding music. "There's

stepped in front of Rafayel, arms crossed over her chest, her face set in a look that clearly said she wasn't in the mood for any nonsense.

mid-kiss and looked up at her, a smirk instantly spreading across his face. "Who are you again? Doesn't matter if you wanted a turn, all you had to do was ask," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. The two

didn't change. She wasn't here

back into the couch like he didn't have a care in the world. "And who do you think you are, telling me what to do? I don't take orders from you," he said, his voice laced with mockery. The girls on his lap giggled again, clearly

didn't even