New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 178 Back at the headquarter

Claire decided to skip heading to her penthouse and told Matthew to drive to Cryptonic instead. As they arrived, Matthew helped Claire walk while she limped and was barefoot. Her employees turned their heads to see their boss, concerned looks on their faces.

"Are you okay, Ms. Claire?" one of them asked.

Claire nodded and smiled, trying to reassure them. "I'm fine, thank you."

One employee stepped forward and offered, "Would you like a wheelchair? It might be easier for both of you."

Claire smiled gratefully. "Thank you, that would help a lot."

Matthew took the wheelchair and helped Claire into it. He then pushed her towards the lift and pressed the button for Claire's floor. They headed straight to Matthew's office since all the surveillance videos were there. Matthew placed her wheelchair next to his chair and sat down beside her. "Where's the video?" Claire asked, her voice steady but filled with anticipation.

Matthew quickly navigated through his computer and pulled up the surveillance videos from two different internet café locations. He started playing the first video. Claire leaned in, her eyes fixed on the screen.

As she watched the footage, she muttered to herself, "Oh, it's an internet café."

Matthew nodded, glancing at her. "Yes, that's why it hasn't been easy to track them down. They move around a lot."

Claire watched the video a few more times before turning to Matthew. "I don't see anything weird either. Did I track the wrong location? And why does the second location only have one angle for the surveillance camera?" Matthew explained, "The first location is in the city and clean. The second location is completely different. It's dirty and far from the city. But both places have a lot of customers going in and out."

Claire thought for a while. "Maybe the location isn't wrong. Maybe we're right, but we just don't know who the people are."

Matthew nodded. "That could be."

Claire then said, "If the person decides to post about me again, immediately trace it."

again.

can you come to

raised his

explained. "We agreed to hold a press conference to address this news. If we ignore it, it could damage the company. Since you're wiser than me, that's why I need you to come with me." Matthew nodded

he had finished all his work for the day. Suddenly, he saw a thumbnail of Claire and clicked on it. The

as Adrian yelled at the paparazzi and then lifted Claire in a bridal style to help her leave. Alex clenched his fist in annoyance, hating how Adrian was involved with Claire and how he had to be the one to pick her up. He cursed the paparazzi

getting up from his chair. He thought about heading to Claire's penthouse but stopped in his tracks. If he went to her

frustrated sigh, Alex sat

make things worse for Claire, who was already hurt because of the paparazzi. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt more. Deciding against going to

with the same voicemail message. He tried to calm himself, telling himself that Claire was probably just busy. But the nagging

"Claire, if

He leaned back on the couch, staring at his phone, hoping it would buzz with a message from Claire. His mind wandered back to their last conversation. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was

but it was just an email notification. He sighed and decided to call her one more time. The phone rang, but again,

still

the upcoming press conference. The stakes were high, and she needed everything to go perfectly. She knew Alex had been calling her nonstop, so she set her phone on silent to avoid distractions. However, she hadn't realized just how many times

once more, Matthew glanced at her phone. He saw the numerous missed

has been spamming your phone," Matthew commented, raising an

and saw the barrage of notifications. Reluctantly, she decided to answer his call. She didn't want Alex to ruin her phone with his constant attempts to reach her. "Why is Alex

her expression

came through, filled with worry. "Claire! How are you?

like talking about it, but it seemed the paparazzi had decided to humiliate

of emotion. "It was nothing. So, you can stop calling and texting me.

It looked bad in the pictures. Are you sure you're, okay?" "I'm sure," Claire replied, her tone still