New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 464 Thanksgiving with The Robert

Two weeks had flown by in a blur for Claire, and yet she felt like she had lived a lifetime in that short span. Between patching up Metacortex's compromised systems after Eligos's latest stunt and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy at Cryptonic, she was running on fumes.

The nights were sleepless, her days overrun with work and stress, and she hadn't even had the mental bandwidth to check in on Matthew's progress at the hospital.

When her phone rang and Alexander's name appeared on the screen, Claire debated ignoring it. But she knew him too well. If she didn't answer, he'd call back, and she wasn't in the mood to play phone tag with her ex-husband.

"Yes?" she answered curtly, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"Hello to you, too," Alexander said, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm calling to talk about the Vegas hotel. It's opening in less than a month, as you probably remember. Just reminding you that you need to be there."

Claire sighed, leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling of her office. "Hmm," she murmured, noncommittally.

"Is that a yes?" Alexander pressed.

"Yes," she said flatly.

"And you're sure you're not going to flake on this?" he teased. "I know how much you love these kinds of

events."

"Hmm," Claire replied again, barely paying attention. She was already scrolling through her emails, her mind occupied with work.

"Claire," Alexander's tone shifted to something more serious, "you've been short with me on every call these past two weeks. Is everything okay?"

the sharpness in her voice. "I've

whether or not to push further. Finally, he said, "Alright. Just don't

said, her tone softer this time. "Goodbye,

"Goodbye, Claire."

call and stared at her phone for a moment before setting it aside. She hadn't meant to be so curt with him, but she couldn't help it. Between Eligos's constant attacks and

these breaches together, their combined efforts quickly neutralizing the threat. But with Matthew in the hospital, Claire was on her own. It annoyed

in. If he weren't her sworn enemy, she might have admired his skill. Hell, she might've even hired him at Cryptonic. But the man was a threat, and the fact that he

about business

arrived, and with it, an unexpected invitation to the Robertson mansion. Claire had stared at the ornate card for a good five minutes, debating whether to go. Her relationship with Robert Robertson was anything

of her. If nothing else, she might glean some useful information about his plans. And so, she decided to go. But not without a little

chocolate pudding for the occasion, a dish that looked deceptively delicious. However, she added a secret ingredient: a generous pinch of salt. If they

tired-looking maid. The woman's frazzled appearance didn't surprise her. She imagined Gretta Robertson had been barking orders all day, driving the staff to exhaustion in preparation for

Peterson," the maid said politely. "I'll inform Mrs. Robertson

stepping

set the pudding on a nearby table and waited, her heels clicking softly against

clipped, Gretta Robertson appeared at the top of the staircase, her perfectly coiffed hair and immaculate outfit giving her the air of a woman who thrived

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of you to

Claire replied with a

descended the stairs, her eyes narrowing slightly as

something. I hope

didn't waver. "Oh, I'm

tension between