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.

Lisa's scream pierced the night. Claire shot a desperate glance over her shoulder, her breath

heels," Claire muttered, panting heavily. She could hear Lisa's voice, echoing with frustration and anger, screaming

darkness made everything more confusing, and she could barely see where she was going. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, 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 dim light. Claire threw her arms

away from her face. Lisa's knife grazed Claire's cheek, drawing a thin line

to

strained and desperate, shot back, "Never! I'm not going down without

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

however, was quick on her feet and dodged the blow.

at Claire's dress

her to stagger back.

now dangerously

Claire, her

ragged

to.

herself. She saw Matthew and Alexander leap out of the car, their expressions

His tone was firm, but there was a careful edge to it

"If you hurt Claire, I

laughter echoed, manic and wild. "My life is already a nightmare,"

step closer, but Claire's voice, strained but clear, stopped them. "Stay back! Don't

friend. Either you hear her out, or I'll

of desperation and fury. "It's all because of Claire!

"Claire hasn't done anything. She

snapped, "Help? You didn't want to marry me! You

to me, Lisa. I'm not going to marry someone who