New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 387 Claire Peterson Statement

Claire sat at the head of the long, polished table, tapping her pen on the armrest as the meeting dragged on.

The shareholders were all staring at her, waiting for some sort of explanation, and she was already mentally exhausted from what felt like the hundredth conversation about her so-called "scandal."

Mr. Montgomery, his gray eyebrows furrowed, finally broke the silence. "Claire, we've all seen the news. The shareholders... well, we didn't expect you to be involved in something like this."

Claire sighed, rubbing her temples. "I wasn't 'involved," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "I was caught in the middle. The car explosion? That was a complete surprise to everyone, Adrian included. And as for finding a dead body in the trunk of a car..." She paused, shaking her head. "Again, not something I was part of. I've already answered every question the police had. It's not like I'm running around with bodies in cars."

Linda, another shareholder who had been quietly watching, cleared her throat. "The stock, Claire. It's taken a hit because of all this."

"I know," Claire replied, her tone sharp but not unkind. "I've been tracking it myself. The drop isn't even that significant-it's the gossip news outlets making it worse with their ridiculous rumors."

Mr. Montgomery crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "So, what do you plan on doing about it?"

Claire sighed again, leaning forward this time. "I'm going to talk to the journalists. I'll set the record straight, and get the real story out there instead of letting them run wild with gossip. That should calm things down."

He gave her a stern look. "Just... be careful next time, Claire. We can't afford to have Metacortex's reputation tainted."

Claire frowned slightly, biting back a sharp response. Funny, she thought. These people were trying to control her as if she didn't own the majority of the company. She mentally scoffed but kept her face neutral.

Without a word, she stood up, straightened her jacket, and nodded to the shareholders. "If you'll excuse me, I've got more pressing work that can't wait." With a polite nod, she exited the room.

her what to do with her own company. She rolled her eyes as she pushed open the door to her office. Matthew

into the chair across from

"Lunch break." Matthew took a bite of the sandwich, crumbs

look. "You should've

stuffy rooms with those people, talking about stocks and business and blah blah blah." He

interrupted, throwing his

laughed. "Exactly

curious. "So, what were you

were telling me to be careful with

them I was caught in the middle of everything, but they're more concerned about the company's

the last bit of his food. "Well, that's what selfish people do. They only think

Claire agreed as she stood up, grabbing her bag. "I'm starving. All this

brushing the crumbs off his shirt. "Food? Finally! Let's

to the lobby, but as they neared the doors, Claire spotted a group of journalists still hovering outside. Matthew grabbed her wrist, pulling her back

the crowd, then at Matthew, shaking her head. "Nah, it's fine. I

out confidently. The journalists swarmed, their cameras flashing and questions flying. Claire raised a hand, motioning for them to calm down. "Everyone, please, let's all calm down," she said, her voice cutting through the chaos. The crowd settled slightly, all

car explosion was a complete accident. The police are investigating, and I have nothing to do with it. As for Bruno and the body in the trunk-I have no idea, was just following

held up her palms, and they quieted down. "What

is ongoing,

official report just

alPof you."