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Crazy Billionaire, What Do You Want From Me? novel Chapter 5

Elizabeth’s POV

Narrowing my eyes, I study his face keenly. “It’s hard to tell.”

It’s indeed hard to tell. He looks cute, like a modest man—but he also has this regal side to him… this look of an extremely dangerous man. I don’t know what to think or believe.

His mouth widens in a smile and he takes a peek at the gold Versace wrist watch strapped on his wrist.

“We’ll continue this conversation when I get back, I’m running late for work.” He spins around on his heels.

“No.” I respond adamantly.

He pauses in his steps and twists the upper part of his body to look at me. “No, what?”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.”

A corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Okay then.”

As if he changed his mind, he turns and then walks around the car front and gets in the driver’s seat.

What’s he doing?

He starts the car and revs it.

What in heaven’s name is he trying to do?

My brows furrow as I stare at him through the windscreen, and he returns my look with a smirk on his face.

Does that smirk ever leave his face?…

He gives me a knowing look as I watch him keenly.

I think I know what he’s doing—Oh no, he’s going to run me over.

He revs the car again and I flinch. Without sparing him another glance, I scurry over to the side with a yelp.

I shoot him a glare when I see him laughing. Beast.

‘I’ll make sure I ruin you.’

He mutters something as he steps out of the car, but I don’t hear it.

“I’ll miss you, Spitfire.” He smiles at me as he steps into the backseat while the chauffeur gets back into the driver’s side.

‘Fuck you.’ I mouth and watch as his mouth lifts into a smirk.

He mouths, ‘when?’ waving.

Pervert!!!

I stand still in annoyance as the car drives out of the mansion. Three other vehicles follow in tow; two vans and a benz.

He must be a really big person to have this amount of security following him.

Well, bad people have a lot of people after their lives, that’s why his security is so tight. Because he’s a bad person wanted by many.

I hope he dies on his way. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Stomping my foot on the ground, I march into the house angrily.

I proceed upstairs, sparing no one as little as a glance.

I jam the door shut behind me and fling my body on the bed.

Who does that man really think he is—locking me up in this strange place? I didn’t even know where this is. I haven’t been able to contact Derek, and Susan, oh!

Susan. She must be very worried right now.

I bury my face in the pillow and begin to sob quietly as realization hits me. I might actually end up…

The thought that I might spend the rest of my life in this foreign place terrifies me and I sob even more.

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