New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 447 Discovering Cryptonic

Matthew was just finishing his shower, steam curling around the bathroom like lazy ghosts, when his phone buzzed on the counter. With a towel slung over his shoulders, he squinted at the screen. The driver.

He frowned. Calls at odd hours were rarely good news. "What's up?" he answered, his voice casual as he started drying his hair.

The moment the driver's panicked voice came down the line, Matthew froze, the towel slipping from his hands.

"Mr. Matthew-it's-Ms. Peterson! She's-she's gone!"

Matthew's brows snapped together. "What do you mean, gone?" he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.

The driver sputtered. "I was on my way to the Saint Laurent mansion. Someone knocked on the window-I thought they needed help. I rolled it down, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged out and hit with... chloroform, I think? I woke up in the bushes, but Ms. Peterson-she must have thought I was the one who pick her up."

Matthew clenched his jaw as he absorbed the information. "Did you see who did it? Anything-height, build, hair color?"

"No, sir. It all happened so fast. I'm so sorry."

Matthew pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting to keep calm. "You did what you could. Stay put. I'll handle this."

The call ended, and Matthew stood still for a moment, his mind racing. Claire. Kidnapped. This wasn't just a bad night-it was an awful night.

Grabbing his phone, he called Adrian.

The phone rang a few times before Adrian picked up, his voice casual and cheerful, laughter from the party echoing in the background. "Matthew, what's up?"

"Claire's gone," Matthew said, straight to the point.

The laughter on the other end vanished in an instant. "What do you mean, gone?" Adrian's voice dropped, laced with panic.

"She's been kidnapped," Matthew said grimly. "Driver got ambushed, knocked out with chloroform. By the time he woke up, his car gone and Claire thought her driver was the one who pick her up."

There was a beat of stunned silence before Adrian cursed under his breath. "Where is he now? Have you called the police?"

Not yet," Matthew said firmly. "We don't know who's behind this, and I don't trust them not to make

kidnapped, Matthew!"

party," Matthew said, his tone brooking no

you serious right now?" Adrian's voice shot up. "You expect me to sip champagne and pretend everything's fine while

need you to stay put for now. If you leave, it's going to raise eyebrows," Matthew argued. "You disappearing will make this mess even bigger. I'll send you a location. Meet me there if you're coming but keep it discreet. No entourage." Adrian was silent for a moment, likely battling

careful. And Adrian? If you're bringing anyone,

""Got it."

his phone told him the location didn't exist on any map. Great. A wild goose chases on top of everything else. "Adrian?" His mother's voice pulled him back to reality. He turned to find her standing nearby, a questioning look on her face. "Where are you going? The party's

raced for an excuse. "Work," he lied smoothly. "Something

mother didn't look convinced. "Work?

said with a strained smile, kissing her cheek. "I'll be back

turned

His sharp eyes narrowed. Adrian wasn't one to leave

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drink

like a tech startup than a

this, sir?" the driver asked, clearly

shoulders,

phone: "Head inside.

followed the instructions, stepping into the building where a man with glasses and a no-nonsense

is this place?" he muttered to

Billy said, offering a polite but curt

the minimalist interior. It was high-tech and sleek, yet oddly sterile. "What is this

didn't slow his stride.

Adrian blinked. "Her what?"

They rode in silence until the

door before stepping

up from his desk, motioning for