New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 283 Got a Lead

Rafayel's eyes darted between Claire and Matthew, his suspicion growing by the second. The two strangers had just barged into his apartment like they owned the place, and he had no idea who they were or what they wanted. "Who the hell are you?" Rafayel demanded, narrowing his eyes to Claire.

Claire, arms crossed over her chest, gave him a cold, dismissive look. "You don't need to know who I am," she replied, her voice calm but laced with authority.

Rafayel's frown deepened. "Then what do you want from me? I don't know who the hell you are, so you better get out of my apartment."

Matthew, who had been quietly standing behind Claire, took a step forward. Claire didn't bother to look at Rafayel as she spoke again, her voice cutting through the tense air. "I want to know who the woman is that ordered you to hurt Abigail Hastings." Rafayel's body stiffened at the mention of Abigail's name, but he quickly tried to cover his reaction, pretending not to understand. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice slightly shaky but still defiant.

Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his attempt to play dumb. "Really?" she asked sarcastically. "You and your friends aren't exactly good at keeping secrets."

Rafayel's frown deepened. "What do you mean by 'my friends'?"

Claire smirked, finally turning to face him. "The yellow-haired guy and the one in the red hoodie. I met them earlier."

Rafayel's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly realized he was cornered. Claire's smirk grew. "So, are you done pretending not to know what I'm talking about?"

Rafayel stood up from the couch, shaking his head, trying to appear innocent. "I genuinely don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, but the panic in his voice was becoming harder to hide.

Claire sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she started pacing around the small apartment. "You know," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm getting really tired of hearing that same excuse over and over again."

Rafayel's arm and twisted it behind his back. Rafayel let out a pained shout, his face twisting in agony. "What the hell! It hurts!" he cried out, his voice filled with panic. Claire tilted her head, scoffing at his reaction. "Still want to deny it?" she asked,

as he tried to tough

yelp louder, pain searing through his arm. "Okay, okay!" Rafayel

Rafayel's jaw tightly, her nails digging into his skin. "Talk," she commanded,

shallow gasps. "I don't know!" he stammered. "She never told me her

accept her dirty work when you don't even know her name." "She never tells me her name even when I ask her twice. She kept saying to focus on the task at

are you going to tell me who she is if you

number," he added quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I don't know if it's a real number or if it still works, but that's all I've got." Claire nodded at Matthew, signaling

Claire demanded, holding out

Claire handed them to Matthew, who immediately

you the number," he asked, his voice small and unsure. Claire turned to him, her eyes cold and piercing. Rafayel felt a shiver run down his spine under her

hurt Abigail Hastings?"

hurt her!" Rafayel blurted out. "I was just supposed to

raised her eyebrows, her expression incredulous. "You call what you did 'scaring'? I saw the footage. You and your buddies ran off the moment she got hit by that

Rafayel swallowed hard, realizing

a whisper. "We were just supposed to rough her

because you didn't mean for her to get hurt?" Rafayel shook his

icy and unforgiving. "Sorry doesn't fix anything," she said quietly, her tone deadly serious. "You helped ruin someone's life. Do you really think an apology is enough?" Rafayel stayed silent, his head hanging in shame. He knew there was nothing he could