Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Chloe was asking on behalf of Connor. She remembered the pain and despair in his eyes when he had confided in her. Chloe could totally relate. The agony of being betrayed by the very family you trust and cherish was beyond comprehension. And to top it off, Claire wanted him dead. This kind of mental torment was unimaginable.

Claire's face twitched slightly. "He told you all this?"

Then she burst into laughter. "Looks like you really do mean something to him."

By now, Chloe had calmed down. She had acted on impulse earlier. She had always said she didn't want to get involved in these high-society family dramas.

Claire's laughter turned increasingly maniacal. Her elegant facade seemed to tear away, revealing her true self.

"You know nothing, absolutely nothing. My biggest regret is showing him mercy when he was ten. He's the spawn of Satan, the embodiment of sin. His very existence is a stain that can never be cleansed. He's the curse on our entire family. You wouldn't understand. Maybe only his death can purify this world."

Chloe watched Claire, who now seemed like a devil wrapped in a beautiful disguise. Her words sent chills down Chloe's spine. She sensed that there was more to these family feuds than just inheritance squabbles.

"Ms. Claire, he's still your blood brother," Chloe tried to appeal to her conscience.

But the mention of "blood brother" made Claire even more agitated. Her eyes reddened, her face twisted, and she lunged at Chloe, choking her. "He means nothing to me. He's not a child; he's a cancer. I'd rather die than acknowledge him!"

Claire's grip tightened, and Chloe found it hard to breathe. In truth, she could easily fight back and even kill in self-defense. However, Chloe had already scanned the theater and noted that it was filled with Claire's people. There was even a sniper on the second floor, aimed straight at her. She couldn't resist, or she'd be dead in an instant.

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Eventually, Claire came to her senses and slowly let go of Chloe. Her emotions ebbed away like the tide retreating from the shore. She returned to her seat, fixing her makeup and hair. Chloe, meanwhile, was coughing violently, leaning on the armrest of the seat. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Claire finally regained her composure and said, "Ms. Chloe, being kind to others is being cruel to yourself. Do you really think your horse went mad because of Katilah? Of course not, it was Diana. You

refuse to kill her now, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want you

dead."

Chloe's coughing stopped abruptly. "It was Diana?"

After lunch, Diana left the restaurant and returned to her room. But before long, there was a knock on the door. Diana went to open it and saw Connor standing there. A flash of joy crossed her face. "Uncle Connor?"

But Connor's face was all seriousness. "Diana, I need to talk to you."

Diana hurriedly opened the door wider. "Please come in."

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In reality, Diana had been very frightened when she first saw Claire.