New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 405 Congratulate Frank!

After the chaotic press release, Claire and Matthew made their way toward the buffet room. The space was quiet, almost too quiet for a major event like the one that had just unfolded.

A few of Frank's business partners milled around, looking either bored or uncomfortable, but mostly avoiding eye contact with each other.

The food spread, on the other hand, was impressive-fruits, cheeses, mini sandwiches, and the like. Claire grabbed a few grapes, popping them into her mouth, while Matthew shot her a smirk. Matthew leaned over to Claire, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Well, that went very well, huh?"

Claire chuckled lightly and picked up a small plate of fruit, shaking her head. "I should congratulate Frank for his bravery, you know? The way he boldly called Metacortex inferior, I mean-Venus AMD's the only one with the guts to call out Metacortex like that. It's so bold." she said, her voice full of playful amusement.

Matthew raised an eyebrow as he plucked a grape from the bowl. "Yeah, that's definitely one way to put it," he said, chewing on the fruit thoughtfully.

Matthew took a grape and chewed thoughtfully, shaking his head. "You really do know how to play the game, don't you?"

Claire gave him a sly smile. "It's all about making the right impression," she said, eyes scanning the room with practiced coolness.

Matthew popped a grape in his mouth, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, definitely. His marketing team must be thrilled with that one." He grinned at her as Claire selected more fruit, clearly enjoying the moment.

Just then, one of Frank's business partners approached. A tall, well-dressed man with an air of importance stepped up to Claire, smiling broadly.

"I have to say, Ms. Peterson," he began, his voice warm with appreciation, "I don't think anyone else would've stepped in like that to save Frank's little fiasco earlier. If you hadn't intervened, who knows how much worse it could've gotten."

with mischief. "I just did what anyone else would've done," she replied casually, as though it was no big deal. "I didn't want to see anyone

man nodded, clearly impressed. "Still, very few would've done it, especially given the rivalry between Venus AMD and Metacortex. You've got guts," he said, offering her an approving look

joining the conversation. They were all throwing her compliments, praising her for being so generous toward her competitors. Claire noticed a lot of them seemed genuinely surprised that she helped at all, considering how much

remarked, "It's rare to see a competitor step in to help like that. Usually, people just let their enemies fall, but

fine. I don't want to see anyone get hurt, no matter who they're

of the buffet room, staring into the scene before him. He had taken a deep breath before entering, hoping for a little peace after the chaos of the press release. Instead, he walked into the sight

he muttered to

he made his way toward the group. He had barely taken a few steps when he overheard one of his business partners say, "You know, I've

rage. Why is it always Claire? he thought, frustration simmering beneath the surface. The nerves of these people. I'm the one who's supposed

guts to say it." Frank gritted

more strained than he intended. "I apologize for the earlier mishap with

someone. What if it started throwing random things at the audience? That's not something you can just overlook." Another partner nodded in agreement.

turned sour, and the partners began to disperse, leaving Frank standing there, fuming. Claire had a smug smile on her face, but she didn't say anything. She just took a sip of her

trying not to let his anger explode. "You ruined my exhibition,"

her lips curling into a playful smile. "A thanks' would've sufficed," she said coolly. "I was just helping you out

his jaw clenching. If he could've thrown hands,

back down. She

your confidence though," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Especially calling out Metacortex. But maybe next time, keep it in