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Chapter 433

Chapter 433 Matthew Explanation

Claire strode into Cryptonic's sleek, glass-lined halls, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. She was expecting to see Matthew-or at least hear his familiar voice grumbling about work deadlines-but his office was eerily empty. The blinds were drawn, and

his usually cluttered desk sat untouched, with a thin layer of dust betraying his absence.

"Where is he?" she muttered under her breath, frowning.

Deciding not to jump to conclusions, Claire turned on her heel and headed to her own office. Once inside, she plopped into her chair and immediately dialed Sandra. The phone barely rang twice before Sandra's chipper voice answered. "Good afternoon, Ms. Peterson! How can I help you?"

"Sandra, is Matthew at Metacortex? I haven't seen him here," Claire asked, leaning back and fiddling with the pen on her desk.

Sandra paused, sounding slightly hesitant. "Matthew? Oh, no, he hasn't been at the office for a few days now."

Claire's brow furrowed deeper. "He hasn't? Why not?"

"He mentioned he wasn't feeling well and said he'd be working from home." Sandra's voice dropped, as if she wasn't entirely convinced herself.

"Sick?" Claire echoed, leaning forward. The idea sounded absurd. Matthew was the kind of person who'd jog five miles in the pouring rain and then show up to work like it was nothing. "Are you sure about that?"

"That's what he said," Sandra confirmed. "But honestly, I thought it was strange too. He has such a good record of showing up-this is the first time I've heard him say he's sick."

Claire drummed her fingers on the desk, her mind racing. "When was the last time he was at the office?"

Sandra took a moment to think. "Hmm... I believe it was after you went to Las Vegas. He came in once, but that was it. Afterward, he even canceled that meeting with the potential client."

Claire sighed heavily, raking her hand through her hair. "Got it. Thanks, Sandra. Let me know if you hear anything else."

do," Sandra replied, her tone

her. Was he hiding something? It certainly seemed out of character. As she absentmindedly scrolled through her messages,

Come by tomorrow

for only a second before dialing Matthew's number. It rang once before his familiar, cheerful voice

"Claire! What's up?"

annoyance flared. "What's up? Really, Matthew?" she snapped, trying to keep her irritation in

confused. "At home?

line, her annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface. "Okay," she said curtly before abruptly ending

"What the...?" he muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he set his phone down and returned to studying the guest list from Adrian's

"Driver!" she called as she descended the

apartment," she ordered, sliding

thoughts swirling. Something was definitely up with

pulled up

a modern complex

windows and

stepped out, her heels clicking sharply

ve

mask of

barely got a

and into

Matthew's door, she was practically fuming. Raising her fist,

before the door creaked open. Matthew stood there, barefoot, wearing a rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants. But it wasn't his

concern. Matthew froze, clearly not expecting her. He hesitated, his hand gripping the edge of the door as if debating whether to close it. "Uh... nothing?"

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