New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 377 Good Start

Matthew leaned against the wall, sipping from his coffee cup, his eyes scanning the room. "So, where do we even start with this mess?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Claire.

Claire sighed, rubbing her forehead. The last few hours had been a whirlwind-after saying goodbye to Adrian and his family at the hospital, she'd barely had time to catch her breath. It hadn't been easy leaving Adrian behind, especially with him constantly poking around, asking a million questions. Curiosity was in his nature, and Claire had a hard time brushing him off. Luckily, Adrianna, his mom, had swooped in at the right moment, distracting Adrian just long enough for Claire to make her escape.

Now, she was anxious, her foot tapping impatiently as they cruised through the quiet streets. The drive to Cryptonic felt like it was taking forever. "Can this car go any faster?" Claire huffed, glancing over at Matthew from the passenger seat.

Matthew chuckled, taking it all in stride. "Sorry, Claire. This baby's not a sports car like yours," he teased, patting the dashboard affectionately.

Claire rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "I swear, I could walk faster."

"Sure, sure," Matthew grinned. "But then you'd miss out on my amazing company."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity (though in reality, it was an hour and a half), they pulled into Cryptonic's parking lot. The place was dead silent-no surprise, given that it was 2 a.m. Claire didn't wait for the car to come to a complete stop before she jumped out, marching straight toward the building, her pace quick and determined. Matthew followed behind her, casually sipping his coffee, clearly unfazed by the late hour.

The moment Claire stepped into her office, she powered on her computer and laptop, her fingers itching to get to work. Matthew disappeared for a few minutes to grab his laptop from his office and then settled into the chair across from her. "Okay, where do we start?" he asked, setting his coffee aside and booting up his computer.

Claire leaned back in her chair, thinking for a moment. "First, we need to see if there are any surveillance cameras in the area where the explosion happened. If we can find one, we might be able to figure out what the hell went down." Matthew nodded, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "On it."

They both worked in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room coming from the rapid clicks of keyboards. It didn't take long before Matthew's face lit up with excitement. "Found something!" he called out.

Claire swiveled her chair to face him. "Where?"

the car exploded. It's not right on top of it,

nodded, her eyes narrowing in focus. "Perfect. Try hacking into it.

magic, both of them deep in concentration. Within a few

Matthew. The camera feed popped up, and she pressed play, rewinding the footage to the time when she and Adrian had arrived at

car, Claire heading back to grab her phone-and then something weird happened. The camera footage buzzed and fuzzed out for several seconds, like static on an old TV. By the time the picture cleared up, the car was already on fire,

footage again.

the screen. "Looks like someone tampered with the camera feed," he said, his voice serious

Claire groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "This is

a different

by one, she checked, but no luck. Every camera either had the same interference or was completely

desk. "Why do these things always decide to

clearly felt her

glancing at the clock. She didn't have time for this.

closer to his laptop. "I think I found another camera. It's farther away,

as she stared at his screen. The footage was blurry and a bit shaky, but she could just make out the faint outline of something-a car, parked right at the edge of the camera's blind spot. Matthew zoomed in, trying to get a better look.

eyes glued to the screen. The image was too fuzzy to make out any faces, but there was no mistaking the movement. Two men had definitely

asked, leaning in

gonna be pretty. This camera is ancient-might take some work to clean it

you can," Claire urged, her mind already racing with possibilities. Who were these guys? And what were they

sharpening the image. Finally, he leaned back with a satisfied nod. "Okay, I've done all I can. Check it

the footage