New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 378 A Trap?

Claire leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples in frustration. They'd been at this for hours, staring at the grainy footage from the explosion.

"This is going nowhere," she muttered. Then, an idea hit her. She turned to Matthew, who was tapping away at his laptop. "Can you try to find some surveillance cameras from the road the car drove through? Maybe we'll have better luck."

Matthew nodded. "On it," he already pulled up maps and checked for any cameras that could've caught the car in question. Claire, meanwhile, squinted at the footage again, desperately trying to make out a license plate or any useful detail. But the cameras were ancient, barely functioning. The picture was so blurry it looked like something out of an old spy movie.

"Nope," she sighed, shaking her head. "Can't make out anything on this footage. Who the heck still used this kind of camera in this era?"

"It's probably the local camera that no one notices that it's still working. How come the restaurant you went there doesn't have a surveillance camera?"

Claire sighed. "Adrian booked the whole place don't ask me why, he just did. So basically, our dinner was really private with no one in sight."

Matthew glanced up from his screen. "Well, I'm not having any luck either. There's nothing on the road-either no cameras or they're facing the wrong direction."

They'd been at this for hours, and still nothing. Claire threw her hands up, exasperated. "Great. We're going in circles, It's like the universe doesn't want us to find this car."

Matthew chuckled. "You'll get there, Claire. You always do."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she reached for her mug of tea. "Yeah, well, it better happen soon because I'm running on fumes over here."

Just as she took a sip, her laptop chimed with a notification. Claire blinked at the screen, furrowing her brows. "Huh..."

Matthew perked up, noticing the change in her expression. "What's up?"

Claire stared at the message in disbelief. "I got an email."

Matthew raised his brows, finally glancing her way. "From whom? Anything important?"

someone I definitely wasn't

do you mean?

"No, it's weirder than that. It says, 'Claire Peterson, you managed to change your firewall within 24 hours, and because of that, I wasn't

of irritation and confusion. "The message goes on: 'That's why I presented

show? What does

says." Claire looked up from the screen, her expression confused. "And there's an

clearly intrigued. "What kind

up popped an image of the exact car they had been looking for-the same one from the footage. But this time, the license plate was crystal clear. She turned to Matthew, her expression a mix of shock and skepticism. "It's the car. The one from the footage. And there's the license

he stared at the screen. "What the hell? Why would they send

have no idea. This person... they're the same one who's been trying to break into Metacortex and

utterly baffled. "That makes no sense. It's like they're

over this information? Something doesn't add up." She stared at

suggested after a moment of silence. "It might lead

at her to be cautious. "What if it's a trap? This could be a setup to throw us off or worse." Matthew shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "We won't know unless we try. C'mon, Claire,

hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks. Then,

her surprise, it didn't take long to find a location associated

"I'm good

our mystery hacker is

"Yeah, or maybe they're setting us up for something. Should we

gave her a playful shrug. "I'm down for it.

close to the car's location. Claire looked

this, we should be there already," she said, glancing around.

I noticed that too.

a bit irritated. "I knew it. We're being toyed with. Whoever sent that email probably knew we'd come all the way out here just to find nothing."

him a skeptical look. "We've been driving in circles, Matthew. This is a wild goose