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."

the software and technology world. Do you think they'll see this as a trap? A move to

spotted two familiar faces: Frank Potter and Robert Robertson, both heavy hitters in the tech world, sitting quietly among the crowded audience. Why were they here? She made a mental note

trap, that's on them. But if they're

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

She was dressed head-to-toe in black, her heels clicking with authority as she made her way to the center of

this woman was or why she had just taken over the

immediately. Instead, she adjusted her sunglasses and, with a cold smirk, addressed Claire

Alexander stood,

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

murmurs. Journalists scribbled furiously, and cameras

pressed on,

bitterness.

A measly 30% profit share. After all that time, Harris kept 70% for

to Alexander, whispering urgently, "Do you know who she is?" Alexander shook his head, his face set in a grim line. "Not a

but commanding. "Think twice before you sign any deals with Harris, Claire. He'll chew you up and spit you out like

everyone else." With

a dramael.

flick

she

turned on

straight for the exit.

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 between

spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. "What the