New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 390 First Process of the Plan

It had been one of those days where everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Claire and Matthew spent hours hunched over their laptops, their eyes darting across screens as they sifted through endless profiles. The mission? Find the perfect candidate to pose as a therapist. Not just any therapist, though-someone who could infiltrate Lisa's life, get close enough to observe her, and eventually gather the dirt needed to send Lisa to jail. Claire was loving Matthew's plan. "Just because my life's been a circus lately doesn't mean I'm going to forget about Lisa," she said with a determined look. "She made my life a nightmare, so I'm returning the favor." Matthew leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Yeah, between the crime scenes and the explosions, it's been a bit of a whirlwind for you, huh?"

"Understatement of the year," Claire muttered. "But Lisa? I owe her. Big time. I'm not letting her slip away."

They continued scrolling, reviewing resumes and profiles, scanning for anyone who could convincingly play the part of a therapist. Hours ticked by, and the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow through the office windows. Claire glanced at the clock, sighing. "We've gotta wrap this up soon," she said. "I'm starting to see double."

Matthew suddenly perked up. "Wait! I think I found something." He waved Claire over to his screen.

She leaned in, peering at the profile he had pulled up. "Hmm. Not bad," she mused, scrolling through the details. "Definitely looks qualified."

Matthew grinned. "And check this one out. Found another one that could work."

Together, they reviewed the third profile, nodding in agreement. They finally had three solid candidates. The two shared a quick high-five.

Claire leaned back, satisfied. "Alright, we've got our top three. Can you set up interviews? And make sure to mention the salary we're offering. We don't want anyone flaking out last minute."

Matthew nodded, jotting down some notes. "You got it. Are you going to sit in on the interviews, or should I handle it?"

Claire hesitated, glancing at the mountain of paperwork piling up on her desk. "I should, but... I've got a lot on my plate. Maybe I'll make time for one or two. But you can handle the rest."

Matthew smirked, crossing his arms. "Can't believe we're going through all this just to put Lisa behind bars."

"Believe it," Claire said with a grin. "She deserves jail after everything she's done. She's straight-up crazy."

take care of the interviews, and we'll

back

dimly lit club. She'd been staring at the glossy black card she had received for what felt like hours. No name. Just a number. It shimmered under the low

her fingers, contemplating. "Maybe it's a scam. But..." She couldn't shake the thought that the card belonged to that mysterious

really

lose, right? Maybe this was her chance. Her old life was in shambles, and the thought of getting it back-of being someone

to herself, grabbing her phone and dialing the

endlessly. No answer. She

dialed a third time. This time, the line clicked, and a deep voice answered, sending

Cindy straightened up, suddenly

braver than she felt. "... uh, I've made up my mind, she said,

offer."

of the line, Eligos sat back in his car, a smirk tugging at

her lip, unsure how

at her to hang up. Still, she pressed forward. "What do I call you, anyway?

then the voice came through the line, low and deliberate. "Eligos. You can call me

kind of name

the screen as if it had betrayed her. She tossed it onto the table and took a long sip of her vodka. "Eligos, huh? Weird name,

Her mind was still buzzing from the conversation, but one thing was clear: she didn't care what kind of errands or tasks this Eligos guy wanted her to do.

finishing her drink

was packing up her things, her mind still racing with thoughts of the plan. She glanced over at Matthew, who was busy shooting off emails to the potential actor to act like a therapist, they had chosen. "Think this is gonna