New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 446 Escape Plan

Claire squirmed in her seat, trying for the hundredth time to loosen the ropes that kept her tied to the uncomfortable metal chair. The dim lighting of the warehouse wasn't helping her mood, nor was the damp, musty smell that lingered in the air. She'd been there for who

knows how long, and her patience was running thinner than a sheet of paper.

"Great. Just great," she muttered to herself, kicking at the ground with the toe of her heels. "Why does my life have to be involved with kidnapping." She added sarcastically.

Her brain buzzed with thoughts as she tried to piece together what was happening. Eligos. It had to be him. Everything pointed to him-his obsession with control, his shadowy tactics. But why? Why now? Had she accidentally offended him? Or was this just one of his twisted games?

She sighed and leaned her head back against the chair. "I'm worn out, tired, stressed and my clothes is really not suitable for this occasion."

Just then, the sound of a door creaking open echoed through the warehouse. Claire's head snapped forward, her body stiffening. Heavy footsteps followed, each one slow and deliberate, the kind that screamed, I'm making an entrance. "Well, here we go," she muttered under her breath, straightening up.

The footsteps stopped just outside the faint light spilling into the middle of the room. Claire squinted, trying to make out the figure in the shadows, but the person stayed put.

"Good evening, Claire," a male voice said, smooth and almost annoyingly cheerful. It was the kind of tone you'd expect from someone who thought they were much smarter than they actually were.

"Evening? Don't you mean nightmare?" Claire shot back, her tone sharp. "Who the hell are you?"

The man chuckled, a low, amused sound that made Claire's skin crawl. "Oh, you will find out soon enough. But does it really matter? You should focus more on why you are here."

Claire glared into the darkness. "Yeah, well, I'd focus a lot better if you'd stop playing Phantom of the Opera and step into the light."

Another laugh, this one a little louder. Then, finally, the figure moved forward. As he stepped into the dim glow, Claire groaned. A mask. Of course, he was wearing a mask. "Seriously? What is this? Amateur hour? Or is it Halloween? I thought we are passed that." she snapped, eyeing the sleek black mask covering his face.

"Amateur?" The man tilted his head. "I think I deserve more credit than that. You are here, aren't you?"

"Only because someone shoved me in a car and dragged me here," Claire retorted. "That doesn't scream 'mastermind."""

The man ignored her jab, pacing slowly in front of her. "You know, you are a lot like your second-in-command. Stubborn. Mouthy. A bit too curious for your own good."

"Matthew? What does he have

of him, it's still a pleasure torturing him. Though I'd prefer

closer, his masked face inches from hers.

back, leaning as far away

up, his voice casual. "Does the name Allan Smith ring

Allan Smith..." She

student. "Come now, Claire. Don't play coy. You and I both know

no clue what you're talking about," Claire

turning mocking. "You're either a terrible liar, or your memory is worse than I thought. And here I

her jaw. "Look,

got a grudge

try taking

Otherwise, I wouldn et

wait,

you can't, because

not around

be would

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stopped dead in his tracks, his body stiffening. "Careful, Claire," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous

is? A patience test?" Claire quipped; her sarcasm cranked up to full volume. "Let me guess: if I

his hands clasped behind his back. "You know, Matthew had the same attitude. So stubborn and loyal. I wonder where you

to face

hands clasped

couldn't see

.n

he was probably smirking. "Oh,

the rating? Did

hissed at him. "You're sick

if you want to get your freedom, I