Chapter 195 Lisa frustration

The next morning, Lisa made her way to Metacortex, her heart pounding with each step. She kept her head down, hoping to avoid drawing any attention. The last thing she needed was for someone to notice her and become suspicious. She scanned the area, ensuring it

was clear before slipping into the building through the emergency exit.

Lisa was hurt by what Alex said to her last night. It didn't crossed her mind that Alex really hated her so much. To make the situation worse, she got a document that was sent by Claire's lawyer. Lisa just hated Claire so much because of her Alex hate her and he doesn't even want to talk to her again. Back then it wasn't like this. Everything was fine and peaceful.

Each stair she climbed became heavy. She doesn't even know what she is doing in Metacortex.

One thing Lisa set her aim on is to ruin Claire with every chance she can get.

Inside, Claire was in a meeting with her team, discussing the latest updates on Cortex 2.0. The atmosphere was tense and focused, everyone engrossed in their tasks.

One of the employees, Mr. Brown, was standing at the front after giving his presentation. As he glanced outside, his expression changed. He frowned, noticing a gathering of people below.

"Mr. Brown," Claire called, but he remained fixated on the scene outside. Irritated, Claire called again, more firmly this time. "Mr. Brown!"

He snapped his attention back to her, blushing slightly. "Sorry, Ms. Peterson. I just... saw something outside."

Claire's irritation was evident. "Are you paying attention to this meeting, Mr. Brown?"

He stammered at an apology. "Yes, I am. But there's something happening outside. A lot of people are staring at our building."

Claire's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean? What are they staring at?"

Mr. Brown pointed towards the window. "I'm not sure, but there's a crowd gathering."

Claire stood up and walked to the window. Sure enough, there was a group of people staring up at the building. She frowned, trying to understand what was happening.

"What are they doing?" Claire wondering curiously. Each one of the employees stood up to see the crowd gathering, then the meeting room burst open. Their attention turned towards the door. Claire's secretary, Sandra, burst into the office with a look of panic on her face. "Ms. Peterson!" she called out urgently.

frowning. "What

to steady herself. "We have a problem. There's

dismissed. We'll continue later." Without another word, Claire walked out of the meeting room, with Sandra following closely behind. As they headed to the lift, Claire demanded more information. "Sandra, who is this lady? Do we know her?" Sandra shook her head. "I

moment, then said gravely, "This is serious. Sandra, call

"Understood. I'll get right on

they reached the lift, Sandra turned to

going to see the lady," Claire replied, her voice

Claire well enough to understand that she wouldn't be swayed once

thoughts of how to handle the situation. The lift ascended swiftly, and Claire could feel the tension mounting with each passing floor. When the doors

"Be careful Ms. Peterson."

will. Make sure the authorities

phone still pressed to her ear. "They're on their

her immediately, cold and biting. She saw the

she stepped out

spotted a woman standing precariously on the edge. "Hello?" Claire called out gently, trying not

"My

I'm here

Thompson. Claire's eyes widened in disbelief. "Lisa? What the heck

the edge with a dangerous smile, looked back at Claire. "Well, well, if it isn't Claire Peterson," she

a cautious step closer. "Lisa, don't

face twisted with anger. "Stupid? You think I'd do something stupid like this if it weren't for you?" she

you're out of your mind.

"Right? If it weren't for you

stared at her in disbelief. "You're mad because of a wedding? That was your fault, Lisa. You were lying

think you know everything,

Lisa. You ruined your own life with your lies and manipulation. Alex deserved to know

deep hurt.

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