Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

As Chloe sat in the car, she noticed something was off. The voice of the driver had changed completely. Earlier, it was the gruff voice of a middle-
aged man, but now it sounded much younger, more familiar. She squinted into the rearview mirror, trying to get a better look at the face of the man
behind the wheel. Those eyes – she knew those eyes anywhere.
"Barrett?" she exclaimed in shock.
The man wasn't just any driver; it was Barrett, cleverly disguised. His cover blown, Barrett dropped the act with a smirk. "I did take a few classes in
special effects makeup, but you still caught on. You’ve got quite the keen eye, Chloe."
Chloe had to admit, Barrett's disguise was top-notch. He had perfectly embodied the image of an average middle-aged man. But those eyes, they
gave him away. They were the same mischievous eyes she’d seen countless times before.

Barrett was one of Claire's followers, and the realization sent Chloe's heart racing. "Barrett, what are you up to?" she demanded, her voice edged
with fear.
Barrett's tone was casual, almost friendly. "I'm just doing a little favor for Ms. Claire. Come on, Chloe, we're old friends. No need to make this hard on
yourself."
Chloe's eyes darted around the car, searching for anything she could use to her advantage. But Barrett seemed to anticipate her every move.
"If you don’t play nice, I’ve got something that’ll put you right to sleep," he said, casually holding up a device that looked like a remote control. "See
this? The car’s rigged. One press, and a sedative will knock you out cold."
He paused, letting the threat sink in. "And just so you know, this stuff isn’t exactly baby-friendly. So, I’d think twice before pushing my buttons."
Chloe's heart skipped a beat as the reality hit her. Barrett chuckled at her wide-eyed reaction. "I’ve been keeping tabs on you, Chloe. I know about
your hospital visits, every report you filed."
Her hand moved discreetly under her dress, fingers closing around her phone. "What does Claire want? Is this a kidnapping?"
Barrett shrugged, a casual air about him. "Might as well spill the beans. Ms. Claire is out now. You’re my gift to her, a little celebration of her newfound
freedom. What happens next? Well, that’s up to her."
"You did this on your own?" Chloe asked incredulously.
Barrett laughed. "You think I broke Claire out of St. Mary's all by myself? Nah, I wasn't involved in that. But I had to do something to get back in her
good graces."

Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover
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He leaned back, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I’ve been at this for a while, blending into the wedding convoy and all. Not too shabby, huh?"
Chloe’s grip on her phone tightened. "Where are you taking me? Where’s Claire?"
Barrett caught her eye in the rearview mirror, smiling slyly. "Somewhere no one will ever find you."
Just then, Chloe's phone buzzed in her hand, breaking the tense silence.
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