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

frowned. "That's odd. I think we should

movement. We need to move steely." She thought

find his te?" Claire

names popped up along with their pictures, but none of them matched the man she and Matthew had seen in the surveillance footage. Frowning, Claite muttered, "None of these pictures match

her, stopped and leaned over her shoulder. "Maybe the name is

"That's possible. Let me try something else." She pulled up the screenshot of Mario from the surveillance footage. "I'll scan this image and see if we

the blurry image, the software processing the data and searching for a match in the database. It took quite some time, with various photos showing up, none of which matched Matthew leaned against the desk, watching the

her concentration unwavering Suddenly, a green Label flashed on the scene with the words MATCH FOUND. She quickly clicked on

her voice a mix of relief and determination. "Look, bere are all his files, where he lives, when he was born, criminal charges..everything." Matthew peered at the screen as

"This is the person we need

nodded. "Should we move now?"

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

exit this building without drawing attention. If anyone is monitoring us, we need to make it look like we're doing something routine."

Claire.

raised her bows intrigued by Matthew suggestion "What's your

dimly lit room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the other men. "Remember," he said in a firm

place, all targeting the same person. Claire Peterson Suddenly, a

responded immediately. "Eullow her

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

Ernesto laughed at something on the TV. Just then, a knock on the door interupted his moment of peace, causing

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