New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 389 Diabolical Plan

Claire stretched out on the couch in her office at Cryptonic, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. She glanced around, taking in the peace and quiet.

It was a refreshing change from the constant buzz of Metacortex, not to mention the relentless media and police hounding her every move. "So, this is what it feels like to not be chased 24/7," she said, leaning back, her head sinking into the cushion. Matthew, who had just settled into a chair across from her, chuckled. "Enjoying your little vacation from chaos?"

Claire rolled her eyes but smiled. "Honestly, yes. I wish Metacortex could be more calm and quiet but unfortunately, my main business is all about connecting."

"Yeah, especially that meeting then that other meeting, and oh forgot the banquet and party. That thing wore me out."

Claire couldn't help but chuckled, hearing him ramble dramatically. "Seems like I need to stay here for a few days."

Matthew grinned. "Yeah, well, you deserve a break. Plus, it's a lot harder for the paparazzi to chase you down in here. I'd like to see them try to breach Cryptonic's security."

Claire laughed, but then something flickered in her mind a memory. She sat up a little straighter. "You know... speaking of things I should be dealing with..." She reached into her bag, pulling out a small, crumpled piece of paper.

Matthew's eyes followed her hand. "That's not your shopping list, is it?"

Claire shook her head, a more serious expression settling on her face. "No, this is from Bruno's body. It's the only thing I didn't give to the police."

Matthew's eyes twinkled with amusement. "You know what people said about keeping stuff from a death body?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ha ha...funny Matthew." Claire looks down at the paper she is holding between her fingers. "I don't know. Call it a hunch, but I feel like this is connected to me, personally. I should've handed it over, I know that. But something's telling me I need to handle this myself."

Matthew raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "And what does your gut say? You thinking of calling whoever's on that paper?"

Claire sighed, leaning back again, and looking at the ceiling. "Eventually. I just... I don't know what I'm walking into with this. I'll call when I'm ready."

it's probably right." Then, in an attempt to steer the conversation away from all the tension, Matthew grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Anyway, how about we

"Wow, it's been a while since

now. Probably enjoying

manipulator. She's been pretending

she's good at playing the long game, I'll give her that. But you know, Claire... what if you

confused. "What do you

to be crazy, that means she's getting treatment, right? She's seeing a therapist or a psychiatrist or whatever. You could hire someone like, a private investigator-who poses as a doctor, but not a real therapist. That way, they can keep tabs on her, get close to her, and figure out what's

pretty good idea. Why

a little, clearly proud of himself. "Hey, that's

"Alright, genius.

bad

a thing, especially if we hire someone with the right qualifications.

e gatherne

faking it, we can throw her

she belongs."

this 'doctor' right away. But once she does, we'll have everything we need to nail

her

though. Someone who can play the part well enough to fool her. If she catches even a

agreed. "We need someone who's sharp, professional,

we have the proof, there's no way she can weasel her way out." Matthew grinned. "Sounds like a plan. And then, once she's

come up with some new scheme even from

shook his head with a smirk. "That woman

problem at a time. First, we deal with her, then we deal with

Matthew asked, glancing at the crumpled note