New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 416 Going to Vegas

Andrea sat in his new place that Eligos gave to him, popping a steak that he ordered for his dinner for the night. The big TV in the center of the room tuned in, showing some news about a woman named Claire Peterson getting arrested. Andrea's eyes narrowed.

"Wait a minute," he muttered, stabbing the meat, "Isn't she...? So, Ms. Perfect Claire actually got herself into trouble," he muttered, half in amusement, half in disbelief.

He leaned closer to the screen. There she was, his supposed half-sister-Claire Peterson-being escorted by police, dressed impeccably in some designer outfit, even while handcuffed. Andrea scoffed. She looked like she had money pouring out of her pockets. Fancy clothes, a shiny car, important people at her side. Meanwhile, he was scraping by in a cramped apartment, his mom's medical bills piling up. "She probably doesn't even know I exist," he muttered bitterly.

Years of work to pay off debts, and all this time, he had a rich half-sister somewhere in the world. Couldn't things have been different if he'd known sooner?

"Would've been nice to know sooner, Ma," he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Maybe his mother would have gotten better treatment, and they wouldn't have struggled. But no-now he was dealing with some mysterious guy, Eligos, who he'd made a shaky deal with, all because of his situation.

But, as he thought about it, he realized meeting Claire wasn't so simple. She was always guarded, always in the spotlight. He didn't even know if he'd manage to get near her, even if he tried.

He sighed, watching the news shift to another segment. "One day," he muttered to himself, "we're gonna meet. Whether you like it or not, Claire."

Meanwhile, in London, Claire stepped out of a black car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she adjusted her purse strap. Matthew helped pull her luggage from the trunk, giving her a look that was equal parts concern and exasperation. "Thanks for the help," Claire said, flashing him a quick smile. "Take care of yourself. And the company, of course."

Matthew rolled his eyes in his usual playful way. "Oh, I'm not the one jetting off to Vegas. You're the one who should be careful. And if Alexander tries anything, let me know. I'll come and give him a good smack."

Claire laughed, lightly patting his arm. "Oh, don't worry. I'll take him down myself before you even make it out of your office."

"Did you tell Adrian you're going to Vegas?" Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow.

get there. Knowing him, he'd probably try to follow me, and he's supposed to

a pat on the back. "Alright, just don't forget to tell him cause

such a princess. I will,

safe flight, Claire. Call me if you need anything,

nodded. "I will.

private jet, Matthew called after her, "And try not to

"You keep my company from crumbling while

mock sigh, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do,

headed for the private jet. "If anything

sarcastically, giving her a little wave

she buckled her seatbelt, unable to resist teasing her. "So,

seatbelt. "You just can't

course,

for

him and besides I have friends, you know. That's the

his arms. "You mean all three of them?" "Three

scoffed back. "Three people

about you? Who do you hang out with? Christian? Yeah, I think just Christian," she shot

smiled and advised them to buckle up as the jet prepared

napped was infuriating. Instead, she focused

a figure in a wide-brimmed hat and oversized sunglasses entered the

reminded