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

scrunched his forehead. "What do you mean? Like, spam or

you managed to change your firewall within 24 hours, and because of that, I wasn't

not all," Claire continued, her voice a mix of irritation and confusion. "The message goes on: 'That's why I presented you a show." She paused, frowning even

leaned forward. "A show? What

Claire looked up from the

forward, clearly intrigued.

image of the exact car they had been looking for-the same one from the

at the screen. "What the hell? Why would

the same one who's been trying to break into Metacortex and Cryptonic. But why would

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

frowned, her mind racing. "Exactly. Why 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 moment of

"What if it's a trap? This could be a setup to throw us off or worse." Matthew shrugged, a small

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

long to find a location associated with the car. "Found it."

good at what I

"See? Maybe our mystery

wasn't convinced. "Yeah, or maybe they're setting us up for something. Should we check

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

GPS telling them they were close to the car's location. Claire looked out

she said, glancing around. "But this place

scanning the empty landscape. "Yeah, I

all the way

"We've been driving in circles, Matthew.