New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 317 The Second Visit

The next day, Claire strutted into the police station with her lawyer by her side. She looked as calm and collected as ever, her designer clothes perfectly tailored, her bag swinging elegantly from her arm, and those expensive heels clicking on the floor with each confident step.

It was the second time she'd come to visit Lisa, and she wasn't about to leave without making her point clear.

As Claire and her lawyer entered the station, her lawyer went off to handle the paperwork, leaving Claire free to pay Lisa another visit. The officer led Claire down the dimly lit hallway toward the cells, and the sound of her heels caught Lisa's attention from inside her dingy cell.

Lisa turned, her eyes narrowing the moment she spotted Claire. There she was, dressed head-to-toe in designer everything, practically glowing with wealth and privilege. Everything about Claire screamed money, and it made Lisa's stomach churn.

"What are you doing here?" Lisa hissed, gripping the bars of her cell. The sight of Claire's calm smile only fueled Lisa's rage, her blood practically boiling.

Claire's smile widened, but it was a smile that was more about control than kindness. "Well, good to see you too, Lisa," she said, her tone cool, sarcastic even. "Sweet of you to think I'm the only one on your mind." Lisa rolled her eyes,

sneer twisting her lips. "You put me behind bars, Claire. Don't act like you're here for a friendly chat."

Claire chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You give me too much credit," she said. "But sure, if you want to blame me for your little situation, go ahead. It's touching that I've made such an impact on you." Lisa's hands tightened around the bars, her knuckles turning white. "You planned all this, didn't you? Ruining my life was your goal, and now that I'm here, what do you want next, huh? What else do you want to take from me?"

Claire took a step closer to the cell, but the officer standing nearby cleared his throat. "Ma'am, don't get too close. This prisoner's dangerous."

Claire turned to the officer, flashing him a smile that would've melted most people, but he didn't budge. "I can handle it," she said sweetly, turning her attention back to Lisa.

Lisa's anger flared, her eyes wild. "You've already ruined my life!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the cold walls. "What more do you want from me, Claire?"

her expression hardened. She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head. "I want revenge, Lisa. You messed with me

on

on me?" Lisa's eyes shone with frustration, her voice cracking. "I'm the one who deserves revenge! You've always had everything handed to you, and I've had

this life I have is because of luck?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Lisa, what I have is because of hard work, focus, and dedication. But you,

as tears threatened to spill. "You don't know what I've been through," she spat.

Claire said coldly. "You did what you thought would be easy. You tried to use someone else for your own gain, and now you're here. And you know what? I don't

and she lunged at the bars, her hands grasping them so tightly they shook. "You ruined my

step back, smirking. "No, Lisa. You lost everything because of you. I just helped the truth come out a little faster. Have fun spending your nights here." She tossed the words over her shoulder, turning to leave as Lisa erupted in another fit of

a grunt. "Keep it down." Claire paused, glancing back at Lisa with a smug smile. "Desperate, aren't we?" she said mockingly, before waving her hand dismissively. "Goodbye, Lisa." Lisa glared

"All set?" he

lighter now that her little

the car, her lawyer glanced over at her. "You seem... pleased with yourself," he

Claire's eyes sparkled

said with a grin. "There's nothing more satisfying than watching karma work in real-time." She opened the car door and slid

into the back of the car, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and determination. Her lawyer, turned to her and

"Prepare everything. I want to

the weight of her

short drive,

a heavy sigh, feeling the pressure of

and

place. He held an iced tea