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."

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

fixed on the screen. "Yeah, the person hasn't moved. We need to get there fast before it decides to

started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

road, the car came to a sudden stop. Traffic was at a

"Shit!"

"Damn!"

and Matthew cursed

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

tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in frustration. He quickly typed something into the maps app on his phone, his eyes darting back and

a shortcut," Matthew replied, his voice tense. "We can't afford

evident on her face. "Do you think we'll make it in time?" Matthew turned to her and smirked. "I'll get us

look, Matthew stepped on the accelerator and shifted the gears, maneuvering the car through the narrow spaces between

she clutched her

only widened as he kept his eyes on the road, following the new route

tight, her knuckles turning white. At the same time, she kept her eyes glued to her phone, checking if the person they were tracking had left the

sharp turn, causing Claire to bump

voice high-pitched with a mix of

glared at him but couldn't help a small smile at his squeaky apology. "I swear if we didn't

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

her eyes. "Just drive,

a blur of 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 asked, his

on her phone, shook her head. "Yes,

pressed his foot

speed as it navigated through a narrow alleyway. The

loomed overhead, casting long

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already

claustrophobic.