New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 320 Who Was That Woman?

She scanned the crowd, picking someone at random. "Yes, you in the blue jacket," she called.

The journalist stood up, holding a microphone. "Ms. Peterson, how do you respond to concerns that robots like these might take jobs away from human workers?"

Claire's smile didn't falter, though she had been expecting this question. "That's a great question," she said. "Our goal at Metacortex is not to replace human workers but to enhance their abilities. These robots are designed to assist, not take over. They'll handle tasks that are repetitive or time-consuming, allowing our staff to focus on providing even better personal service."

The journalist in front of her nodded, looking satisfied with her previous answer. He sat down, and another hand shot up in the air, eager for the next round. Claire gestured toward the man in the middle row, giving him the go-ahead. "Yes, you with the navy tie."

The man stood up, cleared his throat, and asked, "Why is Metacortex willing to take the risk of building a robot? I mean, it's a pretty big leap considering you've only been a software company."

Claire nodded thoughtfully. It was a fair question. In fact, it was the kind of question she expected.

She gave a small smile and replied, "Honestly, building a robot was never in my wildest dreams. I mean, I never imagined I'd be standing here today talking about this. The thought of building a robot didn't even cross my mind... until it had to."

She shrugged, adding a little dramatic pause. "The reason I did it? Well, none of the companies I contacted could deliver in the limited time we had. So, I decided, 'Why not take matters into my own hands?' Metacortex has always been about innovation, and this just felt like the next step."

The journalist nodded, seemingly satisfied with the response. Claire glanced around and spotted a woman in a bright pink blazer. She pointed in her direction. "You next."

The woman in pink stood up, holding a notepad. "Claire, how did you manage to keep this project a secret for so long? Months went by, and nobody knew."

Claire chuckled and leaned in slightly as if she were about to share a secret. "Easy-have a trusted employee. Oh, and keep them very well-fed and happy." The crowd burst into laughter at her joke, and Claire felt a little of the tension in her shoulders ease. She was starting to get into the flow of things.

Another hand went up, and Claire pointed at the next reporter. "Go ahead."

biggest rival in the software and technology world. Do

she scanned the room. As her gaze shifted, she spotted two familiar faces: Frank Potter and Robert Robertson, both heavy hitters in the tech world,

her focus to the reporter, Claire gave a casual shrug. "It depends on how Venus decides to see it, really. If they think this is a trap, that's on them. But if they're smart and I know they are they'll probably build something similar to what we've created here. But hey, it's

satisfied for now. Claire glanced at her watch, deciding it was about time to wrap things up. Just as she was about to end the Q&A session, the sharp sound of heels clicking on

She was dressed head-to-toe in black, her heels clicking with authority as she made her way to the center of the room. Without a word, she snatched the mic from

taken over the press conference. "Excuse

and, with a cold smirk, addressed Claire directly. "Claire Peterson, do you really want to continue working

the room. Claire glanced to her side where Alexander stood, watching the scene unfold. He looked as

must know," the woman continued, "Alexander Harris is a cruel man in the business world.

and cameras

pressed on,

bitterness. "My

measly 30% profit share. After all that time, Harris kept 70% for himself. And when my father fell ill Harris didn't even send a single message. No 'get

who she is?" Alexander shook his head, his face set in a

twice before you sign any deals with Harris, Claire. He'll chew you up and spit you out like he's

everyone else." With

a dramael.

flick

her hand, she dropped

turned on her heels,

straight for the exit.

shouted questions, cameras flashed non-stop, and some reporters even tried to push past security to get closer to the stage. Claire felt the pressure build around her, the noise, the lights-it was all a bit too much. Luckily, security stepped in, quickly forming a barrier

curtain, Claire spun around, her