New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 309 The Attack

Claire was surrounded by the buzz of activity in the robotics lab, where the team was working tirelessly. She moved around, checking on each member and occasionally rolling up her sleeves to help out. The team was small, and with Abigail absent, they were stretched

thin. Still, Claire couldn't help but feel proud as they showed her a demo of the robot.

"This is amazing," she said, her eyes lighting up as the robot performed its programmed tasks flawlessly. "You guys have done incredible work, especially with such a small team."

One of the engineers grinned. "Thanks, Ms. Peterson! We really pushed hard to get this ready. Abigail's absence was tough, but we managed."

Claire nodded. "You really did. She'll be impressed when she sees this."

After a few more words of encouragement, Claire left the lab and headed to her office to meet with her lawyers. It was time to deal with Lisa's case. She'd asked Matthew to compile all the evidence of Lisa's wrongdoings into one neat folder, and he'd done an excellent job. The lawyer, a sharp-eyed man named David, flipped through the documents.

"So, Claire, do you want us to send her a notification or an email?" David asked, glancing up.

Claire shook her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "No, I want it to be a surprise. She won't know what's coming."

David chuckled. "I like your style. We'll take care of it. Everything's in order, so it shouldn't take long."

They discussed a few more details before David left. Claire returned to her desk, where a mountain of paperwork waited for her. She let out a dramatic sigh, staring at the piles with a frown.

"Seriously, what's with this workload?" she muttered to herself. "I take one day off, and it's like the paper fairy had a party on my desk."

Just as she was about to dive in, there was a knock on her office door. It was Sandra, her secretary, holding another file.

"Ms. Peterson, this is for tomorrow's meeting," Sandra said, placing the folder on the already crowded desk.

Claire picked up the file and flipped through it. "Thanks, Sandra. Looks like I'll be pulling an all-nighter."

Sandra gave her a sympathetic smile. "Don't work too hard. I'm heading home now. Try to get some rest, okay?"

replied, though she

a short break to watch the robot demo video again. It was a good distraction. Before she knew it, it was 1:30 AM. Claire leaned back in her chair, exhausted but satisfied that she'd made a dent in the pile. She decided it was finally time to call it a night. Grabbing her things, she headed down to the lobby, only

rubbing her temples. "How can I be so

she was about to dial, a sleek black car pulled up in front of the building. Claire frowned, wondering who could possibly be visiting at this hour. The car door opened, and out stepped Alexander, looking as

her arms. "What are you

seemed to annoy and intrigue her in equal measure. "I wanted to see how the

you can come by tomorrow

And you only have a week left

spike. "I'll send you the video if you're so

ignored her irritation. "Why aren't

sighed, feeling her frustration grow. "I had work to finish.

around the empty

rolled her eyes. "I forgot to call him, okay? I was

a little. "Let

crossed her arms tighter. "No thanks. I

on, Claire. It's late, and it's not safe to

just looked at her with that calm, persistent look he always had. Finally, she huffed and threw her hands

smirked in triumph, opening the car door for her. "Glad you

car, muttering under her

sneaking glances at Claire. She, on the other hand, stared

her expression diet

a few moments of silence, Alexander cleared his throat and

other day," he said, trying

didn't even bother looking at

expecting such a blunt response. "And... I saw you with Adrian," he continued, his voice

to him, raising her eyebrows.

were you with him?" Alexander asked, his frustration growing. He hated

business who I hang out with, Alexander," she said, her tone cold. "Who I see, who

to a stop right in front of them. The sudden movement made both of them jerk forward as Alexander slammed on the brakes. "What the heck!" Alexander muttered angrily, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.