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?"

I definitely wasn't

forehead. "What do you mean? Like, spam

Peterson, you managed to change your firewall within 24 hours, and because of that, I wasn't able to penetrate the system. So, I'm sending you this email." Matthew's eyes widened. "What? Wait, someone's admitting they tried to hack

continued, her voice a mix of irritation and confusion. "The message goes on: 'That's why I presented you a show." She

show? What

it says." Claire looked up from the screen,

intrigued.

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

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

been trying to break into Metacortex and Cryptonic.

makes no

go through all the trouble of hacking me and then just... hand over this information? Something doesn't add up." She stared

just track the license plate," Matthew suggested after a

to throw us off or worse." Matthew shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "We won't know

weighing the risks. Then, with a sigh, she nodded. "Fine. Let's

typed in the license plate number, and to her surprise, it didn't take long to find a location associated with the car. "Found it." Matthew raised

"I'm good at

our mystery hacker is

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

down for

were driving down a desolate road, the GPS telling them they were close to the car's location. Claire looked out the window, her

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

gripping the steering wheel, scanning the empty landscape. "Yeah, I noticed that too. Weird spot for

toyed with. Whoever sent that email probably knew we'd come all the way out here

driving in circles, Matthew. This is a wild goose