New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 336 Protocol

A ripple of gasps spread through the courtroom. Whispers filled the room, and people exchanged shocked glances. Claire, however, didn't gasp. She didn't even blink. Instead, her frown deepened, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" Claire muttered under her breath. She looked around at the others, who seemed so shocked by the news. Why wasn't anyone else seeing through this? It was so obvious to her.

The judge raised a hand, signaling for silence in the room. "Given this new development," he said, his tone heavy with reluctance, "I'll have to postpone my decision until we have more information on Miss Thompson's condition." Claire's jaw clenched in frustration. Postpone? Postpone? This was supposed to be over today! She could feel the victory slipping through her fingers. Her fists tightened, and she shot up from her seat, her body practically vibrating with anger. "Your Honor, this is not fair!" she tried to protest, her voice sharp and pointed as she locked eyes with the judge.

The judge, however, didn't flinch. "Ms. Peterson, my decision will be made once we have more information regarding Ms. Lisa Thompson's recent incident," he said firmly, cutting off any further argument from her.

Claire's face twisted in disbelief. More information? What kind of game was Lisa playing now? What incident? The woman was always pulling something, and Claire was just about done with it. She clenched her jaw again, every muscle in her face tightening. Lisa had somehow managed to drag this thing out again, and it made Claire's blood boil. How long could this circus continue? Was Lisa trying to run out the clock on her life or something?

As the judge stood up and left, the tension in Claire's body reached a breaking point. She could barely keep herself together, every fiber of her being screaming in frustration. She watched the courtroom clear out, her hands fisting at her sides as she struggled to suppress the urge to scream.

"Claire," David, her lawyer, said softly beside her. "Calm down. We'll handle it."

Claire shot him a look so fierce it could've melted steel. "Calm down? Calm down? Lisa just managed to wiggle her way out of this again, David! She's playing some kind of twisted game, and I'm not going to sit around while she keeps getting away with it!" David held up his hands in a placating gesture, taking a step back from her fury. "I know, but-"

"But nothing," Claire cut him off, snatching up her bag. "I have no idea what Lisa is planning, but whatever it is, I'm going to find out. I'm not waiting around for her next move."

Before David could respond, Claire was already storming out of the courtroom. She practically flew down the courthouse steps, her mind racing. She needed to know what Lisa was up to. Now.

Once she reached the car, she slid into the backseat, slamming the door shut. Without wasting a second, she pulled out her phone and dialed her private investigator.

"Find Lisa Thompson," she barked into the phone the moment her PI picked up.

There was a pause on the other end. "Already on it," he replied smoothly, clearly accustomed to Claire's no-nonsense demeanor. "She's at Center Hospital."

Hospital? She clenched the phone tighter. "She really

want me to find out what she is doing?"

without a second thought. "Drive me to Center Hospital,"

woman was always pulling something new. Claire could almost admire the effort if it weren't so infuriating. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she glanced down at the screen. It was Matthew, her brother.

the trial

Claire said, rubbing her forehead. "Worse than a

the other end. "What

later. Right now, I'm not in the mood

than to push. "Okay. We'll talk

trying to calm the storm inside her. The drive felt like it was taking forever every minute ticking by adding

hospital lobby, heading straight for the receptionist. "I need to see Lisa Thompson. Which room

clearly caught off guard by Claire's directness. "Uh,

evaporating. "I'm here on important legal

nurse visibly flinched at Claire's tone, quickly checking the records. "Room 304, third floor," she said in a small

without a backward

the elevator doors closed,

really sick, or was this just another one of her stunts to delay the

out onto the third floor, her heels clicking sharply

stern-faced officers guarding the door like a couple

linoleum, one of the officers stepped forward, hand raised to stop her. "Hold up, ma'am. Who are you, and what's your

a

tight-lipped smile. "I'm Claire

said, trying to