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?"

further. "It's nothing," he lied. "It's just...

voice wavered as

something was wrong. Where had Abigail's phone gone?

sudden realization 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

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

straight to voicemail, as usual. He clenched his jaw in frustration. What on earth was Claire doing with Abigail's phone? Alexander paced outside the hospital, thinking hard. The police had told him earlier that morning about new information they'd uncovered. Before Abigail's accident, three

spoken to yesterday, and true to his words, he really didn't have any involvement with hurting Abigail on purpose. Abigail came out of nowhere

this out including tracking the three men that harassed Abigail. One thing that stuck in his mind was how Claire managed to stay ahead of him in getting this

Claire's number

he muttered into the phone before hanging up. Something was definitely off. What was

her office?" Alexander

investigator. When the line picked up, he spoke quickly. "I need you to track Claire's

through the

heart raced. "Keep me updated on her location. I need

do," the PI replied

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 had the

spot, and Claire was frowning, checking the address on her phone for

the kind of place she expected for what she had in mind. "Are you sure this is the right

her eyes narrowing at the screen.

area. "You think Rafayel purposely gave us the wrong

he did, he'll regret it. I'll make his life miserable if this is a wild goose chase." She opened the car door and stepped out, motioning for Matthew

as they started walking

a

a halt behind

with a deep frown He looked anything