New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 463 Sneaking In

Winnie pressed herself against the cold wall of the parking lot, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Oh no, oh no, oh no, she thought, gripping her phone tightly as she dared to peek around the corner. She could just make out the silhouette of the woman she was following-Evelyn, or at least that was the name Winnie had overheard.

The flash from her phone had been a rookie mistake, one she couldn't afford to make again. If Evelyn-or whoever she really was-saw her, Winnie's cover would be blown, and she didn't even want to think about what Claire would say if that happened. Worse, Evelyn might alert whoever she was working with, and the entire operation would fall apart.

Winnie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her hand trembled as she turned the flash off her phone, mentally kicking herself for being so careless. When she risked another glance, she saw Evelyn shrug and continue walking toward the ward entrance. Winnie exhaled in relief but knew she couldn't let her guard down.

She whispered to herself, "Okay, Winnie, you've got this. Just stay calm and don't get caught."

The parking lot lights buzzed faintly above her as she adjusted her position, making sure to stay out of sight. She couldn't follow Evelyn inside; not without her ID or her glasses that helped complete her disguise. All she could do was observe from a distance and hope to gather enough information to report back to Claire.

From where she stood, she watched as Evelyn approached the ward's entrance, making eye contact with a security guard. Something about the interaction fell off. The subtle nod exchanged between the two of them and the small smirk on Evelyn's face made Winnie's stomach churn. What kind of business does she have here? Winnie wondered.

She snapped another photo, this time with no flash, capturing Evelyn signing a logbook before the guard handed her a visitor ID. Evelyn disappeared into the ward, leaving Winnie behind with more questions than answers.

Inside the hospital ward, Gretta-under the alias Evelyn-walked with purpose. The heels of her boots clicked softly against the polished floor as she navigated the sterile halls. Her fake ID was clipped to her coat, but she still felt the need to keep her head low, just in case. The guard she had bribed earlier had come through, and now, all that was left was to execute the next step of her plan.

She reached the room where Lisa Thompson was being kept and paused outside the door. For a moment, Gretta adjusted her posture, smoothing down her coat and brushing back a strand of her dark hair. Then, with a confident smirk, she pushed the door open.

Lisa looked up with a blank face and then back to the window. "What are you doing here? I thought that once you have formed a plan, you will tell me. So, I assume, you already have a plan?"

Gretta pulled the chair and sat while looking at Lisa. She then said to Lisa that she wanted to make sure that Lisa was doing well.

Lisa rolled her eyes cause she didn't need to be checked but she wanted to be free from these crazy people that she hated so much not to mention the nurse who forced her to drink medicine. So, all this time Lisa placed it under her tongue and then threw it later in the bathroom.

make this

now? I have done lots of crazy things and even if this is much more crazy, I

door, his hand raised to knock. He hesitated for a brief moment, wondering if she'd even want to see him after the week she'd had. But then he shook the doubt from his mind. If there was ever a time

the quiet hallway. Moments later, he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps before the door swung open. Člaire stood there, looking exhausted but still maintaining her composed demeanor.

her voice tinged with surprise. "What are

replied, stepping inside without waiting for

me you were here. I figured I'd come by and see how

closed the door behind him and crossed her arms.

raised an eyebrow,

expression skeptical. "You're fine?

not fine. And before you start with the 'I don't need anyone's help' speech, let me

hand through her hair as she moved toward the living room. She sank into the plush armchair, and Adrian followed,

she admitted, her voice quieter now. "Matthew's

his knees. "And you're trying to handle it

look but

tone filled with concern. "You don't have to do

Claire hesitated, her walls

but sincerity. It was rare for her to let anyone in, to show vulnerability. But Adrian wasn't just anyone. He was someone who had seen her at

her side.

it," she said finally. "I do. But there are things I can't involve you in. Things you wouldn't

me," Adrian replied without missing

laugh, though it held no real humor. "You're relentless, you know

"It's one of my better