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?"

and tilted her head. "I want revenge,

bitter laugh, her grip on the bars loosening

perfect life? And you want revenge on me?" Lisa's eyes shone with

laughed, shaking her head. "Lisa, what I have is because of hard work, focus, and dedication. But you, you tried to take shortcuts. You manipulated people. You thought

pure rage, her eyes glistening as tears threatened to spill. "You don't know what I've been through," she spat. "I did what I

be easy. You tried to use someone else for your own gain, and now you're

point, and she lunged at the bars, her hands grasping them so

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 screams. "She kidnapped me!" Lisa shrieked, her voice hoarse as she banged on the bars.

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 after her, shaking with fury, but all she could do was watch as Claire sauntered

nod. "All set?" he asked,

mood lighter now that her little

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

Claire's eyes sparkled

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

car, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and determination. Her lawyer, turned to her and said, "Next

"Prepare everything. I want to

understanding the weight of

a short drive, Claire

chair with a heavy sigh, feeling the pressure of the

open, and

like he owned the place. He held an iced tea in one hand and a steaming coffee in the