New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 282

Claire and Matthew headed back to the car, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. As they approached the car, Matthew shot a glance at Claire, breaking the silence.

“Are you really just going to let those two guys go?” Matthew asked, his voice laced with doubt.

Claire’s expression remained unreadable, her face as calm as ever. “I don’t want to hurt them. All I need are answers,” she said, her voice cool and measured.

Matthew frowned, not entirely convinced. “You know they could’ve been lying to save themselves, right? That whole story they told you could be made up.”

Claire stopped in her tracks, turning to face Matthew. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone remained steady. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

Matthew, sensing her frustration but unwilling to back down, replied, “You should’ve put them in jail. Whether their story is true or not, they were involved in putting Abigail in a coma. They deserve some kind of punishment.”

Claire sighed, her gaze softening slightly as she considered his words. “I get it, Matthew. But what we need to focus on is finding the woman who ordered them to do this. She’s the key to all of this.”

Without waiting for a response, Claire opened the passenger door and slid inside the car. Matthew stood there for a moment, shaking his head before walking over to the driver’s seat. He started the engine with a sigh, the hum of the car filling the silence between them.

As they drove through the city streets, Matthew glanced over at Claire, curiosity gnawing at him. “What are you planning to do with Rafayel?” he asked.

Claire shrugged casually, keeping her eyes on the road ahead. “If he tells me what I need to know about this woman, I’ll let him go.”

Matthew frowned, clearly not thrilled with her plan. “You’re going to let him go, too? Just like his two friends?”

Claire smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I never said I’d let him go easily,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Matthew had no idea what she was up to, but he knew better than to press her further. He sighed and focused on driving, trusting Claire to handle things in her own way.

They eventually pulled up in front of a run-down apartment building, its facade cracked and dirty. The place reeked of neglect, and Claire wrinkled her nose in disgust as she stepped out of the car. “What is this place?” she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Matthew joined her, equally unimpressed by their surroundings. “This is where Rafayel lives, apparently.”

Claire snorted, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “No wonder he’s willing to do dirty jobs. This place screams desperation.”

The two of them walked into the dingy apartment building, the flickering lights above casting an eerie glow. Claire climbed the stairs, her steps light but purposeful. She had memorized the directions from one of Rafayel’s friends—third floor, go left, last door near the window. Simple enough, but the stench and grime made it feel like an ordeal.