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?"

well, someone I definitely

forehead. "What do you mean?

because

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

show? What does that

it says." Claire looked up from the screen,

leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "What kind

a photo. Hold on..." She clicked it, and 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

as he stared at the screen. "What the

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

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

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 at the email, feeling

track the license plate," Matthew suggested after a moment of silence. "It might lead

a setup to throw us off or worse." Matthew shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

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

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 an

good

"See? Maybe our mystery hacker is playing fair for

they're setting us up for something. Should

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

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

she said, glancing around. "But this place looks...

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

Whoever sent that email probably knew we'd come all the way out here just to find nothing." Matthew didn't look as convinced. "I dunno, I've

"We've been driving in circles, Matthew. This is