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."

She clenched

want me to find out what she is

said, ending the call without a second thought. "Drive me

woman was always pulling something new. Claire could almost admire the effort if it weren't so infuriating. Her phone buzzed in her

trial

a mess," Claire said, rubbing her forehead. "Worse

on the other end. "What

I'm not in the

to push. "Okay. We'll talk later then. Just... hang in

try," Claire muttered before hanging up. She shoved the phone back into her bag and closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm inside her. The drive felt like it was

receptionist. "I need to see Lisa Thompson. Which room

"Uh, who are you in relation

could feel her patience rapidly evaporating. "I'm here on important legal business regarding a trial," she said,

Claire's tone, quickly checking the records. "Room 304, third floor," she said in

quick, "Thanks," and headed for the elevator without a backward glance. She

elevator doors

time? Was she really sick, or was this just another one of her stunts to delay the trial?

onto the third

thanks to the two stern-faced officers guarding the door like a couple of bulldogs. Great, she thought, just what I

hand raised to stop

a

tight-lipped smile. "I'm Claire

said, trying