New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 284 Don’t Get in The Way

As Matthew drove through the quiet streets, Claire sat beside him, her eyes glued to her phone. She had been trying for what felt like hours to track down the owner of a suspicious number but doing it on her phone was proving to be a nightmare. It was slow, clunky, and

far from flexible. Claire let out an exasperated sigh, her fingers tapping at the screen in frustration.

"Anything yet?" Matthew asked, glancing over at her while keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

Claire shook her head, not looking up. "No, it's taking forever. This stupid phone isn't cut out for this kind of thing. I should've brought my laptop or something."

Matthew smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be a tech genius? Can't you make that phone do whatever you want?"

Claire gave him a sideways glance, her mouth twitching into a small grin. "It's not magic, Matthew. It's just a phone."

Matthew chuckled. "Could've fooled me. Anyway, how close are we?"

Claire looked out the window, noting the familiar landmarks. "We're almost there. Just a few more minutes."

Back at the hospital, Alexander sat next to Abigail's bed, keeping Mary, Abigail's mother, company as they waited for any signs of improvement.

Suddenly, Alexander remembered something-the bag the police had handed to him yesterday. Abigail's belongings. He hadn't really gone through it yet, and it dawned on him that perhaps Mary should have it. He turned to her, her face tired and lined with worry. "Mary," Alexander started, his voice soft, "I have Abigail's things. The police gave them to me yesterday, but I think you should have them."

Mary looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. She gave him a weak smile, grateful for the gesture. "Thank you, Alexander. I didn't even think about her things."

He stood and retrieved the bag from the couch, but as he held it, something struck him as off. Frowning, he opened the bag and rummaged through it. Abigail's phone-he distinctly remembered seeing it yesterday-was gone.

Mary noticed his hesitation and asked, "What's wrong, Alexander?"

"It's nothing," he lied. "It's just... the police must've forgotten to give her phone back. I'll check with

the hospital bed, and her voice wavered as she asked, "Do you think she'll wake up? I just want her to wake up, Alex."

her thoughts about her daughter, but Alexander's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Where had

hit him. Claire. She had been in Abigail's hospital room the day before. She was the only person, besides him and the police, who knew about Abigail's belongings. Could Claire have

to check with the police about the phone. I'll be back soon,

Alexander hurried out of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket. He immediately dialed Claire's number, but it went straight to voicemail, as usual. He clenched his jaw in frustration. What on earth

in that area, and Alexander saw the driver he had spoken to yesterday, and true to his words, he really didn't have any

that harassed Abigail. One thing that stuck in his mind was how Claire managed to stay ahead of him

number

as soon as you get this," he muttered into the

her office?" Alexander muttered

Alexander called his private investigator. When the line picked up, he spoke quickly. "I

PI's voice crackled through the line. "Got her. I will send you the

on her location. I need to know where

PI replied before

through the quiet streets, his mind racing. He wasn't one for unnecessary drama, but something about Claire always seemed to pull him into the thick of it. He checked his phone again, ensuring he

checking the address on her

what she had in mind. "Are you sure this is

at the screen. "It's the right address.

think Rafayel purposely gave us the wrong address?

"If he did, he'll regret it. I'll make his life miserable if this is a wild goose chase." She opened the car door

they started walking

a bright

behind them, and Claire squinted through the glare. To her

with a deep frown He looked anything but happy as