New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 182 Catching our target

Matthew and Claire sat side by side in their dimly lit office, surrounded by multiple monitors displaying different parts of London. They were in the middle of hacking into the city's surveillance system to track a person of interest. Claire's fingers flew over the keyboard with practiced ease, her eyes focused on the code streaming across the screen.

"Almost there," Claire murmured, her concentration unbroken. "Just a few more seconds."

Matthew watched her work, impressed by her skill. He knew she had a knack for this kind of thing, often using her abilities to gather crucial information.

"Got it," Claire said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "We're in."

Matthew nodded. "Nice work. Let's start with the footage from the last internet café."

Claire quickly navigated to the location and pulled up the surveillance footage, rewinding to the timestamp where they had last seen the person wearing the hoodie. They watched as the figure walked out of the café, crossing the street before hailing a cab. "There," Claire said, pointing at the screen. "He left the café at around 10 AM."

They followed the cab through the city streets, the camera feeds switching seamlessly to track its journey. Eventually, the cab stopped outside what appeared to be a bar.

"It's 10:30 AM," Claire noted. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 1 PM. "Damn it."

Matthew noticed her frustration. "What's wrong?"

Claire sighed. "If it was still around eleven or twelve, I was thinking we could ambush him. But now it's 1 PM, and I'm not sure if he's still there."

Matthew thought for a moment. "Why don't you check the surveillance to see if he's left the bar?"

Claire nodded, feeling a bit more hopeful. "Good idea."

She rewound the footage and watched intently, scanning for any sign of the person in the hoodie. The minutes ticked by as they fast-forwarded through the recording, their eyes glued to the screen.

As she watched intently, there was no sign of the person leaving the bar. A smirk slowly spread across her face. "Looks like he's still there. We're going on a field trip."

Matthew's eyes lit up with determination. "Great. Let's go then."

hurried down to the lobby, with Claire limping slightly from a recent injury. She winced but pushed through the pain, eager to catch their target. They reached Matthew's car, and Claire slid into the passenger seat while Matthew took the wheel. As Matthew typed the location into the GPS, he glanced over at Claire, who was still keeping an eye on

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car came to a sudden stop. Traffic was at a standstill, a long line of cars stretching out

"Shit!"

"Damn!"

Matthew cursed under

on her phone and groaned. "It's bad, Matthew. The traffic is backed up

in frustration. He quickly typed something into the maps app on his phone, his eyes darting back

find a shortcut," Matthew replied, his voice tense.

make it in time?" Matthew turned to her and smirked. "I'll get us there on time,

gears, maneuvering the car through the narrow spaces between vehicles. He

widened slightly, and she clutched her seatbelt tighter. "Don't do something stupid,

widened as he kept his eyes on the road, following the

held on tight, her knuckles turning white. At the same time, she kept her eyes glued to her phone, checking

causing Claire to bump into the window. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, rubbing her

said, his voice high-pitched with a mix of guilt

but couldn't help a small smile at his squeaky apology. "I swear if we didn't make it out

me if we both don't make it out alive?" Matthew turned to her with an amusing look plastered on his

eyes. "Just

lights and shadows as Matthew navigated through side roads and alleys, expertly avoiding the main congested routes. Matthew glanced over at Claire, his eyes filled with urgency. "Is the person still at the bar?" he

shook her head. "Yes, the person hasn't

his foot

accelerator, the car picking up speed as it navigated through

loomed overhead, casting long

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that made the already tight space feel

claustrophobic.