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."

pleasantries. "Venus is currently Metacortex's biggest rival in the software and technology world. Do you

two familiar faces: Frank Potter and Robert Robertson, both heavy hitters in the tech world, sitting

on them. But if they're smart and I know they are they'll probably

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 the floor echoed through

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

frowned, unsure of who this woman was or why she had just taken over the press

a cold smirk, addressed Claire directly. "Claire Peterson, do you really

fell over the room. Claire glanced to her side where Alexander stood, watching the scene

a cruel man in the business world. Ruthless. He doesn't care about anyone

scribbled furiously, and cameras flashed, trying to capture every second of

woman pressed

bitterness. "My

share. After all that time, Harris kept 70% for himself. And when my

she is?" Alexander shook

a step forward, her voice low but commanding. "Think twice before you sign any deals with Harris, Claire. He'll chew you up and spit you out like he's done

everyone else." With

a dramael.

flick

she dropped

turned on her heels,

straight for the exit.

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 between the stage and

behind the curtain, Claire spun around, her eyes blazing with anger. "What the hell was