New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 411 Arrested

Eligos's fingers moved quickly across his keyboard as he hacked his way into Claire's computer system, a smug smile spreading across his face.

With a few more taps, he typed the message: "I know your secret." He hit send and leaned back, crossing his arms and letting out a chuckle. "It's like taking candy from a baby," he muttered to himself, thoroughly pleased with his handiwork.

Meanwhile, in her sleek Metacortex office, Claire's eyes darted to her monitor as a loud ping sounded. She clicked open the notification that had popped up on her screen, and a single line glared back at her: I know your secret.

"What is this?" she muttered under her breath, her brows knitting together in frustration. She began furiously typing, trying to trace the source. But whoever had sent the message had bounced the IP address across five different locations. The whole thing was practically a

maze.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Is this a joke?" she sighed, realizing that tracing the message was a waste of time. It seemed likely to be the same person who'd baited her into that trap a few weeks ago. But her thoughts drifted for a moment.

Yesterday, Cindy had mentioned knowing "her secret" too. Now this unknown sender was doing the same thing? It had to be more than a coincidence, but she pushed the thought aside. She wasn't about to let a few words on a screen shake her. Focus was essential. Back in his hideout, Eligos casually tossed a baseball against the wall, his mind already racing through possible ways to rattle Claire further. The ping wasn't enough; he wanted a bigger reaction, something that would get under her skin.

One of his men, standing nearby with a serious expression, interrupted his thoughts. "Why don't we just throw her in jail? That'd get some attention. Wouldn't that be a fun headline?"

Eligos caught the ball, his eyes lighting up as he considered the suggestion. "Now, that's an interesting idea," he mused, leaning forward. "I've got two options in mind, actually. One, we could expose her secret and tell the world who she really is-show everyone that she's the infamous Raven." He tossed the ball from hand to hand, thinking it over. "But that might be too easy. It's like finishing a good book after just one chapter. No, I need something more... engaging."

"So...?" his man prompted, eyebrows raised.

"So, we're going with Plan B. Imagine this: Claire gets hauled off to jail with a mountain of suspicion and barely any defense. We don't need her locked up forever, just long enough to make her sweat." Eligos's grin widened as he outlined his plan. "There's still the whole unsolved mess of that dead guy found in the trunk. She's already a prime suspect. If we plant the weapon used in that murder-let's say in her penthouse or car-and then I send a little tip to the police, she'll be cornered like a rat." His man nodded in agreement, a spark of amusement flickering in his eyes. "You really think they'll buy it?"

gather any evidence to clear herself, she'll be in jail, scratching her head, wondering what hit her.

her morning routine took an unexpected turn. She stepped out of her car in the Metacortex parking lot, her keys clutched in her hand, only to be greeted by two police officers standing by her car. "Claire Peterson?" one of them asked in an official tone, clipboard in

she replied, keeping her tone

conduct a search of your vehicle," he

twisted with irritation, though she kept her cool. "May I ask what this

may be in your possession. We're following up on

could ask

officers were already at

tense minutes, one officer lifted something from

she muttered under her

and then one spoke up, "Ms. Peterson, we're going to have to ask

disbelief. "What? No! I refuse. That

in your car is?" The police lifted the knife and Claire's face morphed into a look of

"I-I don't know."

have no choice but to come with us, Ms.

she nodded, understanding that protesting would only make things worse. She walked with the officers to their car, her mind racing through every

other hand,

it. Claire? Arrested? This had to be some sort of prank or media stunt. But no,

you kidding me?" he muttered, staring at the screen

he stared, mouth open, at the screen. There was a blurry shot of Claire, looking none too pleased