New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Did you or did you not?

"What mr you doing?"

Matthew walked into Claire's office and noticed her engrossed in something on her computer, Curious, he moved behind her desk to pri a better look. "Are you hacking their surveillance cameras?" he asked, his tone a mix of astonishment and concem. Claire nodded, her fingers flying over the beyboard. "Vep," she replied nonchalantly I am instant, she had access to the surveillance feed.

Matthew's eyes widened. "You know this is illegal, tight? If someone flods evt, we'r In seilous trouble."

Claire turned to him with a cheekygth. "Then don't let anyone find out," she said with a wink, twming back to her screen,

As the video played, she fast-forwarded through the footage mill she found the tight timestamp. "Look, that's the person who delivered my food," she said, pointing at the screen.

Matthew leaned forward, squinting his eyes at the gray footage. "I can't see his face. He's wearing acap," he noted.

Claire sighed, trying to zoom in on the tigue. "Let's see if we can get a clearer view," the muttered. The person's mask and cap made identification difficult, but she didn't give up. She zoomed in on the uniform's name tag, her eyes narrowing Inconcentration. Matthew watched her, impressed by her determination. "Do you think the person is one of the employees, or!

, or were they paid to do this?"

Claire didn't look away from the screen, hectocus unwavering."I don't know," she immuted. "But let's see if we can get a namie."

As she zoomed in further, the letters on the name tag began to come into focus Claite's eyes lit up, and she smirked. "Got it," she said triumphantly. Matthew peered at the screen. "What does it say?"

"Mario," Claire read aloud. "Mario. It's name is Mario," She then scrunched her eyebrow. "Who the hell name their kid Mano? I never met someone whose name is

we should

been aware of our movement. We need to move steely." She thought for a second then continue working on her

trying to find his te?"

along with their pictures, but none of them matched the man she and Matthew

stopped and leaned over her shoulder. "Maybe the name

She pulled up the screenshot of Mario from the

processing the data and searching for a match in the database. It took quite some time, with various photos showing up, none of which

a green Label flashed on the scene with the words

charges..everything." Matthew peered at the screen as Claire read aloud. "He's been in jail three times for shoplifting and stealing cars," she said, a hint of

turned to Matthew, "This is the person

we move now?"

a moment, then nodded. "Yes, but we need to be careful. Someone might be watching or every move. It Emesto gets wamed,

is monitoring us, we need

front of Claire. "Or we could

bows intrigued by Matthew

gaze sweeping over the other men. "Remember," he said in a firm and sharp voice, "we need to keep

in every place, all targeting the same person. Claire Peterson Suddenly, a voice cracked over the earpiece. "Claire is leaving the

men with a steely demeanor, responded immediately. "Eullow her and don't lose

that could barely fit one or two people, Emesto was settling in for the evening. He had done his job as ordered and had been paid. Now, he was looking forward to a quiet night. He grabbed a beer and a sandwich, then took a seat on his cognizable couch, its fabric worg and

abite of his sandwich, Ernesto laughed at something on the TV. Just then, a knock on the door

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