New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 412 Alibi

Matthew followed the officer down a narrow hallway lit by the faint glow of flickering lights. As they approached the cell, he saw Claire pacing back and forth, her usual confident composure now tainted by a mix of frustration and confusion. The clinking of the officer's keys

echoed as he unlocked the door, letting Matthew step closer.

"Claire!" Matthew called out, gripping the cold steel of the cell bars.

She looked up, rolling her eyes as if this were just another minor inconvenience in her day. "Matthew, finally. Do you know how boring it is in here?"

Matthew raised his hands, as if to defend himself. "Hey, I got here as fast as I could. What happened?" He scanned her face, clearly looking for some answers. "I saw the headline on the news, and I thought... well, I didn't think this was happening."

Claire sighed, brushing her fingers through her hair in exasperation. "Well, I was in the parking lot at Metacortex, about to leave when a bunch of police cars rolled up. Next thing I know, they're claiming they got a tip that I have evidence related to the dead man in the trunk." She crossed her arms, her expression growing darker. "And, behold, they searched my car and found a knife. Just like that. Neatly planted for them to find." Matthew's eyes widened. "A knife? In your car? How did it even get there?"

She gave an exaggerated shrug. "That's the question of the day, isn't it? It doesn't make sense. I wouldn't be so sloppy to leave something like that. Someone's trying to set me up. I can feel it."

Matthew nodded, considering. "Alright, first things first, I'll call your lawyer. We're going to need an alibi too. We just have to show you couldn't have been there to do whatever they're accusing you of."

"Right," Claire agreed, nodding, her gaze hopeful. "You could tell them you were with me all night while we were tracking that anonymous hacker." She tilted her head. "That would count, right?"

Matthew hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "There's a problem with that, though. We were using Cryptonic that night, and Billy was in the office with us." He leaned in, lowering his voice. "If we admit that, it's gonna expose Cryptonic. We'd be dragging it into this mess, and we're not supposed to let anyone know it even exists."

Claire bit her lip, thinking it over. She glanced down, and then whispered, "No. Cryptonic have to stay hidden. We can't risk that. Try to find another alibi." Her face suddenly lit up with an idea. "Wait! Adrian. I was at the hospital with him that night. He was still unconscious, but his mother and grandfather were there. They could vouch for me."

"Perfect. I'll reach out to them. They can

sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing for the first time

a reassuring nod. "We'll get you out of here. Don't

of reporters and flashing cameras. He grimaced, shielding his face as he squeezed through, the police doing their best to keep the crowd at bay. Once he was clear, he stepped a few blocks away and took out his phone, dialing Adrian's number.

accident, Claire was with you at the hospital, even though you were unconscious.

you, it would be a solid

contact them now. We'll head to the

feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

he went back inside

station, the questioning crowd

with their theories and wild speculations. As he waited in the lobby, he found his mind facing. Who would go so far as to tip off the police about a planted Knife? And how

he muttered to himself, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "It doesn't

his wheelchair to find his mother, Adriana. She was reading near the window, but her

Adriana gasped. "For what?

a big misunderstanding. Claire needs us to confirm she was with us at

in her eyes. "Of course. We'll leave right away." She put a hand on his shoulder. "You stay here and rest. I'll make sure we clear this

disappointment flashed in his eyes. "Tell Claire... tell her to

Mr. Saint Laurent headed out, determined to

at the police station, Matthew paced anxiously, running through scenarios in his

across her face, and she laughed a loud, unsettling laugh that made other patients glance

a smug chuckle, she pointed at the TV screen, whispering