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

feeling the tension in her back and shoulders, and took 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

seriously, Claire?" she groaned, rubbing her temples. "How can I be

other option, she pulled out her phone to call a cab. But just as 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

folding her arms. "What are you

measure. "I wanted to see how the robot's development is going. I figured I'd catch you before

eyes. "You know you can come by tomorrow during normal hours, right? It's

And you only have a

and it made Claire's annoyance spike. "I'll send you

irritation. "Why aren't

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

empty lobby. "Where's

him, okay? I was about to get

expression softened a little. "Let me

tighter.

no for an answer. "Come on, Claire. It's late, and it's not safe to be out

stood there, staring each other down. Claire's glare could have melted steel, but Alexander just looked at her with that calm, persistent look he always had. Finally, she huffed

car door for her. "Glad you see it my

into the car, muttering under her

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

her expression diet

silence, Alexander cleared his throat

Royal Ascot the other day," he said, trying to

didn't even bother looking

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

him, raising

Alexander asked, his frustration growing. He hated how calm and

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

opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say anything, two cars screeched 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. Four men jumped out of the cars, heading