New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 327 Meeting The Mysterious Woman

Frank sat back in his plush leather chair, his eyes glued to the television screen. His face was twisted in a deep frown, and his fingers drummed angrily on the armrest. The live interview was in full swing, with Claire Peterson standing confidently in front of a swarm of "That's an insult," Frank muttered, his voice thick with anger. His blood boiled just hearing Claire speak so casually about his company like they were nothing more than copycats. "She makes it sound like we're a bunch of amateurs."

cameras, flashing a charming smile as she casually mentioned that Venus AMD would eventually replicate the work Metacortex was doing.

He turned his head sharply toward Robert, who was also watching the interview on another screen. Robert's brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he processed Claire's words. "Well?" Frank demanded, his patience already running thin. "What do you think about this?"

Robert didn't respond right away, his eyes still fixed on the screen. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head. "We've got to take action, Frank. We can't just let her get away with this."

Frank nodded, feeling the heat of his anger spread through his chest. "Exactly. Claire's out there, getting all the spotlight. Every news article, every interview, it's all about Metacortex. And Venus? We get dragged into the conversation just for comparison's sake, not because of anything we've done. It's humiliating."

Robert grunted in agreement. "And not because of our achievements either," he added, echoing Frank's frustration.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Frank's head. It was bold, maybe even a little reckless, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He turned toward Robert with a wicked grin spreading across his face. "What if we built a robot just like Claire's?" Robert's eyes widened, and for a second, Frank thought he might fall out of his chair. "Are you serious?" Robert blurted out, clearly not on board with the idea. "That's a terrible plan, Frank. Following Claire's lead is no joke. She's got the best team in the industry." Frank's grin faded into a glare. "What, you don't think our employees at Venus are any good?" His voice carried a sharp edge now, challenging Robert to say otherwise.

Robert immediately shook his head, raising his hands in defense. "No, no, that's not what I mean. Venus has talent, sure, but Claire... Claire's on another level. We don't even know where she gets her people from. If we try to build a robot like hers, it won't end well. We'll look like we're playing catch-up, and we can't afford to look like the second choice."

Frank scowled, not wanting to admit that Robert might have a point. But he wasn't about to give up. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he thought it through. "Okay, maybe we don't build the exact same thing. What if we build something different? An electronic device, maybe? Something new. We need to show the public that Venus isn't just sitting around twiddling its thumbs while Metacortex hogs all the glory."

Robert seemed to relax slightly, but he still looked unsure. "An electronic device, huh? It's not a bad idea, but we'd have to move fast. The last thing we want is for people to start thinking Metacortex is the only company doing cutting-edge work."

that Venus is a serious contender. We don't have to copy Metacortex; we just have

than Venus. We need to make sure whatever we come up with is strong enough to stand on its own." Frank waved his hand dismissively. "Leave that to me.

her face. "I hope

needed

She hadn't hit the stores in forever, and the thought of splurging a little made her smile. Plus, she missed Talia.

that

boutique, flipping

mood to try anything on. It wasn't about needing anything, really it was just boredom. She was itching to spend money, just to do

"I want this," she said confidently, pointing to the bag. The staff member rushed over to assist, but before Claire could

the boutique stood

and she was dressed in chic, high-end fashion. But what really made Claire pause was the ring on the

same one the woman wore at her press release, the one who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere to cause chaos. It was unmistakable. But Claire wasn't one to jump to conclusions. She had to be sure. Casually, she moved closer, pretending to browse the clothing nearby. She listened carefully, hoping to hear the woman speak. And then it happened-a soft French accent reached her ears. That voice. Claire's heart skipped a beat as she recognized it instantly. Steeling herself, Claire took a deep breath and approached the woman directly. "Excuse me," she said, trying to keep her tone polite, though her nerves were firing up. The woman turned, arching one

her eyes. "You look familiar," she said, trying to sound casual. The woman tilted her head slightly, a smirk playing on her

tone light, though there

keeping her gaze steady. "Yes. You remind me

by a cold stare. There was no need to dance around it anymore. She knew who this woman

ne'

with recognition, and Claire saw the moment she realized who she was talking to Claire Peterson. The woman's lips pressed into a thin line as she shifted