New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 298 Rescuing Claire

Lisa glared at Claire, her patience running thin. "Alright, enough chit-chat," she snapped, her voice clipped and no-nonsense. She turned on her heel and strode over to a nearby table. With a determined motion, she picked up a knife. Claire's face hardened into a mask of resolve. "Why? Getting bored of me already? May I remind you that you and I were friends until you stabbed my back by having an affair with my husband?"

Lisa scoffed. "Please, he is barely your husband. You guys did not marry out of love but request."

Claire thought furiously. Just a little more effort, and she could wriggle free of the ropes binding her.

"But don't worry, I will take care of Alexander, once you are gone." She eyed Lisa, who was now striding back toward her with that knife.

"Honestly, I don't care about Alexander. You can have him if you want." Claire said with disinterest.

"Of course, Claire Peterson always thinks that everyone likes you, huh?" Lisa's voice was mockingly sweet as she asked, "Got any last words, Claire? Or should I prepare a speech for your funeral?"

Claire smirked, the corners of her mouth curling with bitter satisfaction. "The only speech I want is at your funeral, Lisa."

Before Lisa could react, Claire lunged forward, her head slamming into Lisa's midsection. Lisa staggered but managed to stay on her feet. Seizing the moment, Claire shoved the chair she had been tied to into Lisa, who went sprawling backward.

In a whirlwind of fabric and flailing limbs, Claire wriggled out of the ropes. She took a quick glance at Lisa, who was struggling to get up, and grabbed the chair. With one swift push, she sent Lisa crashing to the floor. Claire wasn't about to let this chance slip away.

She stumbled towards the front door, her long dress and heels making each step a challenge. She could hear Lisa's angry shouts behind her, but she focused on escaping. Just as Claire reached the door, Lisa grabbed the hem of her dress. Claire pitched forward, catching herself with her hands, but she was down.

"Nice try, but not good enough!" Lisa's voice seethed with anger.

From the corner of her eye, Claire saw Lisa coming at her, knife in hand. With a quick roll to the side, she narrowly avoided the blade. Lisa was furious, her face red with rage as she lunged again, but Claire was already moving.

Claire's foot shot out, tripping Lisa, who fell with an ungraceful thud. Seizing the opportunity, Claire scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding. She shot Lisa a quick, triumphant glance and bolted for the door.

night. Claire shot a desperate glance over her

thud against the floor. "Damn these heels," Claire muttered, panting heavily. She could hear Lisa's voice, echoing with frustration and anger,

and she stumbled, tripping over an unseen obstacle. She yelped as she fell, hands scraping against the floor. Before she could get up, Lisa was upon her, the knife gleaming in the

knife away from her face.

her strength into trying to break Claire's grip. "Stop

strained and desperate, shot back, "Never! I'm not going

the blaring sound of a car horn pierced the chaos. Both women froze, their heads snapping towards the

Lisa's midsection. Lisa, however, was quick on her feet and dodged the blow. Claire was astonished at how sharp Lisa's reflexes were. When had

at Claire's

to stagger back. The

now dangerously

Claire, her

ragged

to.

leap out of the car, their expressions a

tone was firm, but there was a careful edge to it as if he was trying to defuse a

glaring at Lisa. "If you hurt Claire, I swear I'll make your life a

is already a nightmare," she jeered. "Nothing

voice, strained but

Claire. "Listen to your precious friend. Either you hear her out, or I'll make sure Claire gets hurt." Alexander's brows furrowed in confusion. "Why

a mix of desperation and fury. "It's all because of Claire! Everything that's gone wrong,

shook his head. "Claire hasn't done anything.

to marry me! You didn't even

me, Lisa. I'm not going