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

Alexander's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Where had Abigail's

the only person, besides him and the police, who knew about Abigail's belongings. Could Claire have taken the phone? But why? Alexander's heart pounded as he tried to piece

check with the police

went straight to voicemail, as usual. He clenched his jaw in frustration. What

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

including tracking the three men that harassed Abigail. One thing that stuck in his mind was how Claire managed to stay

Claire's number again.

muttered into the phone before hanging up. Something was definitely

she in her office?" Alexander muttered

picked up, he spoke quickly. "I need you to track Claire's phone number.

few minutes passed, and then the PI's voice crackled through the line. "Got her.

"Keep me updated on her location. I need to know where

the PI replied before

racing. He wasn't one for unnecessary drama, but something about Claire always seemed

same 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 address?" Matthew asked from the driver's

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

purposely gave us the wrong address? Maybe he's messing with

his life miserable if this is a wild goose chase." She opened the car door and stepped out, motioning for Matthew to follow. "Let's check it

they

house, a

a halt behind them, and Claire squinted through the

a deep frown He looked anything but happy as