Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 505



Absolutely.

Just three days ago, Chloe had roped in a buddy to help track down Ricky. This pal had all the right connections, from the seedy underbelly to the elite circles in Riverbrook. Why not ask Connor for help, you wonder? Well, Chloe just didn't want to dig up that old part of her life in front of him, even though she knew he wouldn't bat an eye.

The buddy tipped her off that Rat was holed up in a Riverbrook nightclub lately. The reason he was flying under the radar? Someone else had booked the room for him, and all his details were under their name. No shock there the mystery benefactor was none other than Lisa.

Rat had been living it up at the nightclub during the day, and as soon as night fell, he'd hit the underground casino. In just a few days, he'd racked up a mountain of debt. The kicker? All of it was under Lisa's name.

Chloe furrowed her brow. Why was it Lisa again?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Chloe made her way to "Night Veil," the club her buddy had pointed out. Once inside, she headed straight for the casino downstairs. Her friend had said Rat would be there, gambling like a man possessed. And sure enough, she spotted him quickly.

Rat still bore the marks of a recent scuffle, his cheekbone smeared with purplish bruises, his eyes bloodshot from the gambling frenzy. Chloe didn't rush in. Instead, she observed from the shadows.

In mere minutes, Rat had blown through hundreds of thousands in chips. When he tried to get more credit, the casino staff shut him down, demanding immediate payment. Rat tried to brush them off, saying, "Let's talk this over. It's just a few hundred grand. A phone call, and I'll have it sorted."

With that, Rat stormed out to the parking lot to make a call, and Chloe quietly followed, hiding behind a big SUV to eavesdrop.

"Hurry up and get here, no more stalling, or don't blame me if I'm not nice when you show up in ten," Rat snapped before hanging up, frustration evident in his voice.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He was getting edgy, pacing around, puffing on a cigarette. Just as he was about to lose it, a red Porsche screeched to a halt in front of him. Lisa jumped out, slamming the car door with with a fury. "Are you out of your mind? Where am I supposed to pull million from? I've been covering your room, food, drinks, and you just gamble it all away. Your debt isn't my problem! I don't have the money; you sort it out!"

Rat's tone turned playful, "Oh come on, Chloe. Everyone knows you're the real heiress of the Meadows family in Riverbrook. How could you be short on cash? Six million is pocket change for you. You managed to scrape together twenty million overnight before. What's this amount to you?"

Lisa was fuming. This guy had some nerve. Six million was nothing? She didn't even have sixty thousand to her name right now.

Lisa exploded, "Don't think you can push me around anymore. I've done more than enough for you. You've pocketed those twenty million, so we're square. Don't you dare treat me like your personal ATM."

Lisa felt like she was about to lose it,

all thanks to this leech, Rat. After moving into the Meadows family, she'd been living on a monthly allowance of two hundred thousand, plus the jewelry and designer bags Leah gifted her. Over the years, she'd saved up quite a bit. But then Rat came along, and everything changed.

He held something over her, a constant threat. Lisa ended up selling her savings, jewelry, and designer bags, but Rat was like a bottomless pit. Whenever he ran out of cash, he'd come crawling back to her. Finally, when Lisa couldn't handle it anymore, Rat promised that if she handed over twenty million, he'd vanish for good, leaving her in peace.