New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 322 A Message from Venus

description, entertaining rich folks." His voice was low, filled with sarcasm as if he was talking more to himself than anyone else.

Matthew leaned back against the wall, half-listening to the small crowd of rich guests laughing and chatting around him. His eyes scanned the room, and he let out a quiet sigh. This was not what he signed up for. He muttered under his breath, "Not exactly in the job Sandra, standing next to him, caught his words and smirked. "I heard that."

He sidled up to her and leaned in. "So, when do I get to hush these people away? Please tell me soon," he asked, voice low but dripping with sarcasm.

Sandra smiled at the guest who passed by her.

"It's your choice. You're the one in charge here."

Matthew grinned, his mischievous side kicking in. "Oh, then it's over," he said with a wink, turning toward the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen," he called out, clapping his hands loudly to grab attention. "Thank you for your time, but our lovely host has some work to attend to. And by that, I mean she's locked in her office, working her magic."

A few of the guests chuckled, but most groaned good-naturedly, knowing it was time to wrap up. Matthew was about to make a smooth exit, satisfied with his performance when he spotted two familiar-and unwelcome-faces approaching.

Frank Potter and Robert Robertson.

Matthew's smile faded instantly, his face turning cold as he crossed his arms. "What do you want, Frank?" he asked, voice sharper than before.

Frank, ever the slimy businessman, smiled widely, but Matthew wasn't fooled by the friendliness. "Just wanted to pass along a little message for Claire. Tell her that Venus is going to outperform Metacortex. By a mile."

Matthew couldn't help but smirk, finding the comment amusing. "Oh, you mean to steal someone's idea and call it your own?" His words were slow, and mocking, and they hit a nerve.

Frank's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing. "You know, Matthew," Frank said, his voice low, "you're just Claire's helper. When she finds someone more useful, she'll throw you away like yesterday's news."

will keep me around. I'm her right-hand man, Frank. Always have been, always will be." He flashed

fuming, Matthew strolled out of the room and headed straight

they were quick to upload this," she muttered, half-impressed,

as always, people were more interested in

They staged it to go viral!" one commenter had

the line with her secretary. "Any updates on the woman?" he asked, his voice casual, but Claire knew better. He was digging, and that always made

but she couldn't let Alexander know that. She needed to keep her cards close. Adrian, of course, knew her skills, but Alexander? He had no clue. She preferred it that way. As she continued to scroll through her emails and articles, most of the

worth it to dig into this, or let it go?

her office door creaking open. She looked up to see Matthew striding

asked, not looking up from her

sidekick, sending the rich folks home," Matthew

finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Sidekick? Is

leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. "Frank Potter

me guess. Venus is going

tongue. "I told them to go work on their 'idea-stealing'

at the corner of Claire's lips. "They really think they're going to

for days, but I'm pretty sure it's all an act," Matthew said, leaning forward. "The dude tried to get in my head, and said you'd ditch me for someone

clutching his chest dramatically as

expression getting darker by the second. His voice suddenly rose, sharp

Matthew, who were in a conversation, whip their heads toward

one hand gripping his phone while the other was resting on his hip. He was clearly irritated, and whatever was going on in that phone call wasn't pleasant. He hung up with a huff, tossing

to stop herself from

like he was trying to keep from shouting again. "It's Claudia Wright," he practically spat the name like it