New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 147

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Chapter 147 Won’t be easy 

In the dimly lit, used warehouse, the ale was thick with tension and the smell of rust. The sound of shuffling feet echoed off the concrete walls an Eligos iten pushed Ernesto forward. Emesto’s lace was pale and wet with tears, his body trembling with fear 

This stood up from the old, creaky chair and walked around the runty metal table that stood between him and Ernesto. He leaned against it, c expression calm and composed. 

He observed Ernesto with a mix of curiosity and Irritation, wondering where his men had found such a pititul, insufferable man. 

crossing his arms, his 

Emesio, still crying, begged as he had been since entering the warehouse. “Please, ligos, I didn’t do anything to upset you. I swear just let me go Eligeseves narrowed slightly. He found Emesto’s behavior confusing and a little pathetic, but he maintained his calm demeanor. “I just want to talk to you, Emesto,” he said smoothly. 

Emesto quieted down, his solis turning into sniffles as he tried to listen. “Talk? About what?” 

Eligos fixed him with a piercing gaze. “Did you see Claire Peterson?” 

Emesto’s eyes widened, and he shook his head rigorously. “No, no! Once I finished my job, I went straight home. I didn’t see anyone!” 

Eligos sharp eyes bore into Ernesto’s soul, making him squirm. “What did you do once you got home?” ligos asked, his voice calm but demanding 

Emesto looked away, unable to hold Eligos gaze. “1 1 watched TV, drank some beer, and ate a sandwich.” 

Eligos chuckled darky, the sound sending chills down Emesto’s spine. He approached Emesto, leaning down to his level and whispering in his ear. “You’re lying, 

Emesto froze, his heart pounding. He wondered how Eligos could possibly know he was lying, “I–I swear, I’m not lying, “he stammered, his voice shalting Eligos smiled, a cold, knowing smile. “I can always tell when someone is lying, Ernesto. Your eyes twitch, and your voice quivers. You can’t hide the truth from 

Emesto’s loves buckled, and he fell to the floor, sobbing “Please, Eligos, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t do anything wrong. I just went home!” 

Tligos sighed, standing up straight and looking down at the pathetic figure before him. “Emesto, I don’t have time for your lies, I need the truth. Did you see Claire Petersonernot?” 

Emeste quivered on his knees, his eyes wide with tear as he faced ligos. The dimly lit room cast eerie shadows on the walls, enhancing the tension in the air. “I did See Claire.“Emesto stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “She came to my house.” 

Eligos raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this new information. He took a step closer, towering over Emesto. “And what did she do?” he asked, his voice calm but dangerous 

Emesto swallowed hard, his gare darting around the room as if looking for an escape, “She forced me to tell her who is the person who send me,” he admitted, b voice shaking. 

He raised his eyes heating Emesto answer Eligos thought to himself that Claire has found the person who placed the paper in her food. 

Eligos’s lips curled into a smick. “And what did you tell her?” he pressed, his eyes narrowing. 

ttle and Emesto 

Emesto hesitated, lowering his gaze to the floor. His mind raced, knowing the consequences of his next woods. Eliges’s patience was notoriously thin, and could feel the prese mounting. “I didn’t tell her anything,” Ernesto finally said, his voice barely audible. “I told her someone sent me to do the job.” 

Eligos stared at him, his expression unsradable. He leaned back against the table, his cold eyes bocing into Ernesto’s soul. “You’re lying,” he uttered softly, the accusation hanging in the air like aguillotine, 

Emesto remained silent, his mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. He couldn’t afford to tell Eligos the truth, knowing it could mean his end. He swallowed the Jump in his throat, mustering all his courage. “I didn’t tell Clalce anything,” he repeated, his voice firmer this time. 

Eliges looked at him for long moment, then nodded slowly. “Alright,” he said, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes spreading across his face. He gestured to his men. Lerbingo. He didn’t do anything wrong” 

Relief washed over Ernesto as Eligos’s men released their grip on him. He scrambled to his feet, eager to leave this nightmare behind. As he turned to go, Eligos called out, “Emesto.” 

Emesto paused, dread seizing his heart. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Darkness enveloped him as he crumpled to the door, 

unconscious. 

Eligos’s face twisted with anger and disgust as he looked down at Emesto’s limp body. “I can smell his lies from miles away,” he spat, his voice filled with venom 

Eligos turned to his right–hand man, Ander, who stood nearby, watching the scene unfold. “Make sure he’s dealt with properly,” Eligos nodered, his tone cold and 

final. 

Andrenodded, stepping forward to drag Ernesto sumconscious body out of the room Eligos watched them go, his mind already working on the next steps. 

Claire sat in her penthouse, the expansive view of the city lights glittering through the floor–to–ceiling windows. However, instead of feeling calm, she was deep in thought. The plate of food in front of her cried untouched, the meal growing cold. Her mind was a warl of concems and unanswered questions