Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 893

Claire's fingers started trembling uncontrollably.

“It was you, it was you!! It had to be you!!”

This had always been a lingering mystery.

Back then, the place was remote, far from any signs of life.

Why did seven armed bandits suddenly pop up out of nowhere?

And why, in such a vast forest, did they zero in on them?

When they ran away together, they hadn’t told a soul.

No one could have known.

Claire just couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“You’re the one who spilled the beans about where we were. How did you find out?”

Suzanne spoke up, “Do you remember the dove I used to raise with my friend? That dove was loyal to both of us. After you left, it followed you but listened to me too. It was the dove that led the way and eventually found you.”

Claire had a flash of memory.

Hank did have a dove.

At first, when they took off, the dove was always around, sometimes perching on her shoulder.

But once they got settled, it flew away.

They just thought it had gone back to the wild.

They even felt a bit sentimental about it.

Little did they know it had returned to Suzanne.

And then Suzanne figured out where they were and sold them out to whoever was behind it all?

Claire raised her sword, ready to thrust it into Suzanne's chest.

Suzanne seemed just as furious, “He died because of you, didn’t he? If you hadn’t pushed him to run away, nothing would’ve happened. If I couldn’t have him, then I’d rather see him destroyed.”

Claire couldn’t believe that timid, soft-spoken Suzanne could be so terrifying.

“Suzanne, even in death, I won’t let you off the hook.”

Suzanne crouched down, grabbing Claire’s hair, “Of course, the person I hate most is you. You took him from me. Before you showed up, he was only good to me. But after you came along, I was nothing more than an unnoticed weed. My father didn’t care, and my stepmother was harsh. He was all I had left, and you wanted to take him away.”

“Claire, you knew he and I were promised to each other since we were kids, but you still butted in.”

“Why? Just because your family has money and power, while people like us are supposed to be trampled on, our desires crushed?”

Suzanne stood up, her expression calm again, even a hint of gentleness in her voice, “But what goes around, comes around. You were born a step above me, but now, look at you, you’re nothing.”

“Suzanne, you better kill me now, or I’ll make sure you suffer.”

“Claire, all you’ve got left is that mouth of yours.”

Suzanne turned away, “Get her into costume.”