New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 294 Tracking Claire

Matthew parked his car in the hotel's lot and let out a sigh, glancing at his phone. Claire had texted him to stay in the car, but now it had been thirty minutes, and there was still no sign of her. His phone buzzed again, but it wasn't from Claire. Just some spam messages. He furrowed his brows, sent her a text asking if everything was alright, and waited for a reply. The seconds ticked by. Nothing. He checked his phone again, figuring maybe her battery had died, but something didn't feel right.

Claire wasn't the type to ghost anyone, let alone him, especially not when they had plans.

"I bet she's networking or talking to people, being all social," Matthew muttered to himself, trying to stay positive. But deep down, he couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling brewing in his gut.

Thirty minutes turned into an hour. Still no Claire. Matthew fiddled with his phone, scrolling through social media to pass the time, but he kept glancing at the hotel's entrance. Why hadn't she come out yet? He tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. Again. "Come on, Claire," he whispered, rubbing his temple. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. The more time that passed, the weirder it felt. Claire was never the kind of person to leave someone hanging without a heads-up. If she was going to be late, she'd say something. Waiting another thirty minutes was beginning to feel ridiculous.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel, Adrian had just finished a long chat with his grandfather. He was about to make his way back to Claire, but after scanning the ballroom, she was nowhere to be seen.

"That's weird," Adrian muttered, checking his watch. She'd been there just a little while ago. Maybe she went to the ladies' room or something, he thought.

After 90 minutes of sitting in the car, Matthew couldn't take it anymore. His gut was screaming at him now. Something was definitely wrong. Claire wouldn't do this without a reason. He had to go in and check.

Climbing out of the car, Matthew stretched, trying to shake off the stiffness in his legs, and marched toward the hotel entrance. The ballroom where the event was being held was on the first floor, so he headed straight there, his footsteps quick and purposeful. He had to confirm his suspicion.

However, just as he reached the ballroom, a couple of beefy security guys blocked his way, crossing their arms like they were professional door-huggers.

"Excuse me, sir. Invitation, please," one of them grunted, standing so tall Matthew had to crane his neck just to see his face.

don't have one,

other guard cut him off, his expression as flat as

looking for someone, my friend Claire. She's in there, and-" "Rules are rules," the first

sir. You are not allowed to enter if you don't

because he was looking for a friend. And the last thing he wanted was to come off like a desperate party-crasher

Thanks to the soft

face just inside. He recognized him

eyes widened in

not allowed to

like he wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him or not. "Matthew? Is he here or am I just seeing things?" he muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes. Just as Matthew tried to take a step forward, the guard put a firm hand on his shoulder. "No yelling, sir. You're causing a

I was calling a

but before he could say anything, the door burst open again.

his voice filled with genuine surprise. He stepped past the security, who were still trying to shoo Matthew

me. Have you seen Claire?" His tone

on? And why are you asking?" His mind

Matthew's frown deepened, making

serious than usual. "She texted me.

half ago. Told me to come е pick her up." He waved his phone for emphasis.

mind drifted to his last conversation with Lisa. Can it be Lisa's plan is on the run? He pushed that thought away. Alexander knows that Claire is smarter than Lisa and

happens one day.