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."

Robert, who stood awkwardly by Frank's side, "Claire will keep me around. I'm her right-hand man, Frank.

fuming, Matthew strolled out of the room and headed straight for

from her press release earlier in the day. "Jeez, they were quick to upload this," she muttered, half-impressed, half-annoyed. On her second monitor, she scanned the latest

people were more interested in the

eyes landed on a wild theory about the press conference: "That whole thing at the end was a skit! They staged it to go viral!" one commenter had written, their post gaining traction. Claire sighed, lost for words. People will believe

line with her secretary. "Any updates on

her own, 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

it worth it to dig into this, or let it go? she thought, biting

her office door creaking open. She looked up to see

situation out there?" Claire asked, not

your loyal sidekick, sending the rich folks home," Matthew replied with a wink as

raising an eyebrow. "Sidekick? Is that

back, crossing his arms behind his head. "Frank Potter and his little

down. "Let me guess. Venus is going to dominate

clicked his tongue. "I told them to go work

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

head, and said you'd ditch me for someone more useful." Claire laughed, a sound that caught

said, clutching his

pacing back and forth, phone glued to his ear, his expression getting darker by

shout made both Claire and Matthew, who were in a conversation,

in that phone call wasn't pleasant. He hung up with a huff, tossing his phone onto

unable to stop herself from asking, "What

to keep from shouting again. "It's Claudia