Chapter 281 Where is He?

Claire stared down at the two men, her expression cold and unrelenting. Her eyes narrowed as she sized them up, her patience wearing thin. “Do you still want to deny knowing Rafayel?” she asked, her voice dripping with ice. The two men, crumpled on the ground like discarded toys, shook their heads frantically, but Claire knew they were lying. It wasn’t hard to tell—there was something about the way they avoided her gaze, the nervous twitch in their shoulders. She couldn’t help but wonder what made them so resilient, so determined not to give her what she wanted. What was so important about this Rafayel that they’d rather take their chances with her than spill the truth? Claire crouched down, lowering herself to their level. Her long nails lightly grazed the jaw of one of the men, making him flinch. “You know,” she said softly, her voice deceptively calm, “I really don’t want to do this the hard way.” She grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. Her grip was firm,