Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover
Chapter 385

Chloe's heart skipped a beat.

The sight of Claire holding a pistol sent shivers down her spine. Connor had always warned her that Claire was a lunatic, but now, that fear was becoming all too real.

Chloe's fingers tightened anxiously. Her mind raced, forcing her to observe her surroundings and desperately plan an escape route. If Claire decided to shoot, she was pretty sure about ninety percent-that

she could wrestle the gun away. But the theater was likely crawling with Claire's people. Getting out alive would mean taking Claire as a hostage.

Chloe was poised, waiting for the right moment to act. But then, Claire, almost nonchalantly, handed the golden gun over to her.

"Ms. Chloe, I didn't get you a proper welcome gift last time we met. Let me make it up to you now." Chloe exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Thank God, it wasn't what she thought. Calm but cautious, Chloe remarked, "This gold custom P210 is like the Rolls-Royce of pistols." Claire gazed at her with a touch of admiration. "I didn't expect you to be a gun enthusiast." Chloe kept her voice steady, "I can't accept such an extravagant gift without earning it."

Claire smiled, "I have a task for you. Complete it, and you will have earned it."

Chloe frowned, but Claire was already on her feet. She took Chloe's hand and placed the pistol firmly in her palm.

"Ms. Chloe, I want you to use this gun to kill Diana."

Chloe's heart pounded. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand back, but Claire's grip was ironclad. Claire's gentle smile didn't match the gravity of her words. She spoke of murder as if it were a casual invitation to afternoon tea.

Chloe's voice turned icy, "Ms. Claire, I can't comply with such a request.”

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Chloe's heart raced. Her breath quickened, but she fought to stay calm.

"I think you're mistaken about me. I've told you before, I don't want to be involved I'm just a nobody from a small town. I don't want to, nor do have the standing to play in this Ms.

high-stakes game. Please is fo

Claire, let me go. I promise, once I leave here, I'll never see Connor again, and I'll stay out of Pax's way for good."

Claire's expression didn't waver. "It's not me who chose you, but fate."

A flicker of something-was it despair?-passed through Claire's eyes. "Fate didn't spare me back then, so why should I spare you?"

The emotion vanished as quickly as it appeared. Claire's face lit up with a cruel amusement, like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. "Resistance is pointless. You might as well enjoy the game. The winner gets the prize. Kill Diana, and I promise you'll get out of this alive." "Why me? This is your domain. Your people are all sharpshooters. Killing someone for you is as easy as squashing a bug. Why must I be the one to do it?"