New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 406 How Would I Use Her?

Claire stepped out of the buffet room, her stomach comfortably full of the ridiculous spread of food. As she made her way toward the exit, lost in thought about the ridiculousness of the whole press release event, she collided with someone. Someone all too familiar. "Robert," Claire said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness, as she plastered a smile on her face. "What a surprise, running into you here. Congratulations on your little 'brilliant' robot project. It was genius of you to propose that to Venus. Really, I'm impressed." Robert, standing in front of her, scowled. His eyes narrowed, and Claire could practically feel the heat coming off him. "Earlier, that malfunction with the robot? That was an error. Don't get too carried away," he grumbled, crossing his arms tightly.

Claire raised an eyebrow, never letting her smile waver. "Oh, of course. An error. How could I have been so naïve? You're right, mistakes happen." She paused, leaning a little closer. "I just hope you, you know, actually contributed to the building of the robot. Or were you just barking orders like you did at Metacortex?"

Robert's jaw tightened, and he shot her a glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Funny," he said, his voice cold. "You keep bringing up the past. It's almost like you're still holding on to it."

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to forget that you stole Metacortex's ideas? You're the one who made sure everything fell apart, Robert. I'm just wondering if you actually did any of the work this time, instead of sitting behind a desk and letting others do it for you."

A silence fell between them. Robert's face turned an alarming shade of red. "You haven't heard the last of me, Claire. This isn't the last time we'll meet."

Claire simply smiled, her expression calm, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're starting to sound more and more like Frank. That's exactly what he said earlier. I'm sure you two would get along famously." She turned on her heel, walking past him without a second glance, leaving Robert standing there, his fists clenched at his sides.

As Claire walked away, she could feel Robert's eyes burning into her back. She didn't even have to look back to know he was standing there fuming. She was sure he promised himself that he'd find a way to get back at her, but Claire wasn't worried. Let him try. Claire walked briskly through the hall, Matthew close behind. The press, as always, were relentless. A few of the journalists who'd been hanging around waiting for Claire's exit immediately surrounded her, firing off questions faster than she could process them. "Claire! Why did you help Venus during the robot malfunction?" one journalist asked, holding up a microphone.

Claire smiled, her tone polite but firm. "Well, the robot was out of control, wasn't it? Someone had to step in before it caused any damage. I couldn't just stand by and let people get hurt, could I?"

Another journalist, eager to dig deeper, shot another question. "What do you think of Venus AMD's robot, compared to Metacortex's design? It seems like they're copying you."

Claire raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at Matthew before answering. "It was a little surprising to me, to be honest. Venus managed to put something together in a month, so I'll give them credit for that. But it's not as groundbreaking as they'd like to think. Anyone can create a robot, especially with the technology out there."

They weren't done with her yet, though. A third journalist piped up, "Metacortex was the first to do a robot press release, and then Venus followed suit. Do you think they're copying your ideas?"

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