Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Connor's voice was cold and indifferent. "I warned you before, if you pull any more stunts or hurt anyone, I won't let you off the hook."

Kalilah raised her voice, "I didn't do anything!"

Connor's tone was calm but firm, "Then why did those two horses go wild today?"

Kalilah froze for a moment, as if realizing something. "What does that have to do with me?"

Just then, the riding instructor walked in. He approached Claire with respect and said, "Ma'am, we reviewed the surveillance footage. Juliet and Shakespeare went mad because Miss Kalilah gave them banned substances."

These horses were racehorses and needed daily training. Next to the stables was a specialized hospital stocked with various medications for treating any injuries. The instructor had even given tours of the facility before.

Kalilah's eyes widened in disbelief, "You're framing me! I didn't do it!"

Claire seemed uninterested in her defense. She waved her hand dismissively. "People like her should be sent back and handed over to the police. We live in a society governed by law, where evil deeds must be paid for. Before the law, everyone is equal; we must always abide by the rules and not harbor ill will towards others."

Kalilah was dragged away, screaming that she was being set up. Connor listened to Claire's righteous speech and suddenly laughed. The person who most disregarded the law and treated lives as expendable was now lecturing about legal equality.

At that moment, Diana's fork clattered to the floor. She quickly bent down to pick it up. Connor glanced at her again. Diana's fingers were trembling slightly as she retrieved the fork. Connor's eyes flashed with sternness.

Chloe remained indifferent, as if none of this concerned her. She knew deep down that this situation was far from simple. Kalilah's involvement with the drugs couldn't be so straightforward; there had to be someone orchestrating things from behind the scenes. It was likely a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

The atmosphere at the meal grew even more tense. Ruben was visibly nervous. Out of eight guests, two had already encountered trouble. How could they continue filming under these conditions?

The meal ended with everyone lost in their own thoughts. After lunch, it was time for a break, and everyone retreated to their rooms. Before heading back, Chloe made a quick stop at the restroom. As she stepped out, she was blocked by two bodyguards.

"Ms. Chloe, Ms. Claire invites you to join her for a play," one of the bodyguards said.

Chloe looked around, realizing they were alone. She tried to resist, "Do I have to go?"

The bodyguard's expression remained cold. "If you can break free from us, then you don't have to go."

Claire's bodyguards were clearly top-notch; Chloe had seen their skills when they subdued the mad racehorses bare-handed. She knew she couldn't take on one of them, let alone two. Sensing the futility, she sighed and said, "Fine, I'll walk on my own."Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Chloe followed the two men out of

the villa, where a black sedan was waiting. After she got in, the car drove away from the estate. About half an hour later, they arrived at a peculiar location with architecture resembling a birdcage. Chloe récognized it from the map; it was the island's grand theater.

Once out of the car, Chloe followed the bodyguards inside. The theater was grand and decorated in an ancient style, resembling a magnificent palace. In the center was a huge stage, currently hidden behind a massive red curtain. Sitting in the center of the audience was Claire.

Chloe's eyes darkened slightly, but she approached Claire nheless. Claire sat still, holding a porcelain teacup. She took a sip of tea and then said, "Ms. Chloe, please take a seat. The show is about to begin."