New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 Who set your 

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The used him the tallest job, blaming his own insupetence and the Interference of another person who had around Claire. Earlier, he had reportedbe successful outcome to his boss, knowing; there would be consequencestor his fallum 

“[could’ve had her. If only that mon wasn’t helping her. E nearly had her.” He muttered in himmell in forstration, 

Stemming into his usuall living space, he tossed his brinet onto areaily suntare, his movements mugh with anger. His mind cared with thoughts of how he could have done better, playing the scene of his tailed attempt in his head. 

Aabis frustration mounted, be reached for a bottle of beer from his tridge, his hands trembling slightly with agitation. Taking a swig of the drink, he glanced and beschuttesed studio, his eyes landing on abottle of hers that had bem lett umpeurdenflur table. 

Contusionele his mind momentarily as he realized fie never deli am emply bulile on the table. 

Audien af alertness surged through him, his instinctsshapening as he set the beer bottle down onthecounter. In one swift rantion, he grabbed a baseball bat leaning against the wall, readying himself for confrontation 

with a thick mussian accent, he bellowed into the darkness, “Who’s there?” 

The studio remained silent, the only illumination coming from the dim kitchen light. Slowly, he made his way towards the living room, his grip on the baseball bat tightening with each step. He felt the tension in the alt, his semes on high alert as he prepared for a potential threat. 

Ashe reached for the light mitch, revealing the figure sitting calmly in anamchait, his heart pared with a mix of fear and anger. 

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice laced with a stem waming 

Claire, the woman in the armchair, calmly reached to the standing lamp beside her and pulled the witch. The sudden illumination revealed her fare, causing the manto drop the baseball bat in shock. His eyes widened asho recognized her. 

“How did you get in here?” he demanded, his voice tinged with a mixture of surpose and apprehendon. 

Claloe’s scurled into an evil smideas she regarded himcoldly. “Who sent you?” she asked pointedly, hertone curting through the tension in the room. 

The mansored defiantly. “No one sent me,” he replied, his demeanor challenging. 

He made a mo 

move to retrieve the fallen baseball bat, but before he could, someone licked his hand, causing him to curse and wince in pain. Matthew, who was hiding in the room unnoticed, swathy book the bat way. 

Claiseaned forward, her gaze icy as she repeated her question, “Who sent you?” 

The man was still tending to his hand, but he was still refusing to acknowledge any connection Claire got to her teet, her face becoming stem 

“If you want to play this the hard way, then so be it,” Claire wamed, hervole steely. 

“I promise to not leak any information” 

Claire gestured to Matthew, indicating that the rider needed to be dealt with 

Matthew didn’t hesitate. With a swift punch to his jaw, he sent the rider reling backward, blood trickling from his mouth as he hit the floor. Claire approached him, squatting down to his level 

“Dit Raskolnikov. Bom in Russia, parents died at the age of six, living in the street since then and even went to all couple of times. Committed a lot of crimes including being an illegal immigrant. Wow you rally do have a great track record.” Claire explained his biography in detail which make his eyes widen in shocked. “Don’t be surprised,” Claire taunted, her smirksetuming. “I know all about you can even list all of your crimes if you want me to 

She leaned incloser, her voice low and threatening, “If you value your life, you’ll tell me who sent you. 

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Dmitri seyes darted back and forth, weighing his options. In a sudden, desperate move, he grabbed a nearby broomstick, aiming it at Claire “Claire!” 

Matthew, anticipating the theat, intervened, rolling to shield Claire from the impact. 

With a quick soll backward, Dmitri scrambled to his feet and bolted out of the studio, his escape fueled by tear and pain 

Matthew moved to pursue him, but Claire held him back. “Let him go,” she commanded, bet tour resolute, “He can unas far as he want but he knows can’t hide forever.” 

“You’re just going to let him go be asked incredulously, his voice tinged with urgency, “We can still chase him down.” 

Claire tumed to dare Matthew, ber expression calm yet resolute. “No, Matthew. I’m not letting him go. I’m just giving him a jump start,” she explained cryptically. Matthew raised an eyebrow. 

“I know his name now, and wherever he goes, I’ll find him. He won’t be able to hide” 

For the next ten minutes, they meticulously nummaged through drawers and cabinets, hoping to find something valuable that could provide a clue. 

As Claire opened a cabinet below Dimitri’s desk, her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted his passport. Without hesitation, she grabbed it, tuming to show 

“I found his passport,” 

Matthew, meanwhile, was trying to access it’s laptop, Frowning infrustration, he admitted, “I don’t know how to unlock it.” 

clair glared over, her mind already rating with possibilities. “Cock the hint” she suggested, hereves scaming the laptop ser 

Место, где началась наша любовь. 

“What does that mean?” 

claire shrugged, teaching for her phone. “I’m not thent in Russian, but let’s see what Google Translate says. 

Matthew raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Does the translation is accurate? Cause I doubt it.” 

Claire sighed, acknowledging the uncertainty. “I’m not sure, but it’s our best shot.”