New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 465 Thanksgiving with Ulterior Motives

The Thanksgiving dinner with the Robertsons was nothing short of a theatrical performance, and Claire knew her part well. She had entered their grand dining room, armed with her wits and a steely resolve, ready for whatever subtle jabs and sly comments the evening had in store.

The smell of roasted turkey and freshly baked bread filled the air, but to Claire, the room reeked of ulterior motives.

The star of the moment, of course, was her pudding-a culinary disaster she had deliberately over-salted. She had no intention of impressing the Robertsons with her cooking; this was just her little act of rebellion for having to endure their prying questions and veiled manipulations.

When Robert Robertson took his first bite, his face twisted slightly. He masked it quickly, placing the pudding aside. Gretta, ever the perfectionist, merely sniffed it suspiciously and moved on to stirring her tea, but her ears were clearly tuned in to the conversation.

"So, Claire," Robert began, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin and fixing her with a look that was far too casual to be genuine. "What are you up to these days? Anything exciting?"

Claire leaned back in her chair, tearing a piece of bread deliberately slowly. She chewed with exaggerated languor, her raised brows the only acknowledgment she gave to Robert's question.

Robert cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the silence but determined to wait her out. Gretta's spoon clinked rhythmically against the edge of her teacup as she stirred, her eyes seemingly fixed on the liquid but her posture screaming curiosity.

Claire finally swallowed her bread and smiled-a slow, deliberate expression meant to irritate. "Not feeling myself lately," she said lazily, her voice carrying just a hint of sarcasm. "I'm tired, Robert. Exhausted, actually. It's been... a lot."

Robert's lips tightened into a thin line, clearly unimpressed with her evasive answer. "Tired, you say? That's unlike you, Claire," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "You've always been so resilient. Maybe you've taken on too much? If you need help with Metacortex..." He let the sentence hang, offering her a smile that Claire recognized as more predatory than friendly. "After all, we were once family." Claire's fake smile widened, though her eyes remained cold. Family? She thought bitterly. If you cared about family, Robert, you wouldn't have stolen from me. You wouldn't have stolen my idea of Cortex Software from Venus AMD.

a grudge on that. She is still annoyed and hate the fact that Robert managed to stole it then sold her idea to Venus AMD, resulting

well, thank

a second before he recovered, leaning back in his chair. "Well, that's good to

unwilling to let the opportunity slip away, decided to change tactics. She set her teacup down and looked at Claire with a smile that didn't

is a privilege. However, hanging out with them, I could have say sometimes, if I

LHS must be such an exclusive circle," she said, her tone tinged

saw where this was going and smirked inwardly. "It is," she said sweetly, letting the words hang just long enough to make Gretta

voice taking on

know it's exclusive, but surely they're open to,

didn't falter as she replied, her tone saccharine with just a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, I think the LHS is full, Gretta. They're not accepting new members

to suppress whatever choice words she wanted to hurl at Claire, but her expression twisted briefly into something that was almost comical. Claire couldn't resist smirking as she sipped her

to steer the conversation back to safer waters. "Claire, I must say, it's impressive how you've managed Metacortex these past few months since you come back. But tell me, how's

was still fresh in her mind, a glaring vulnerability that she hadn't yet resolved. But there

smoothly. "We've implemented some of the most advanced protocols in the industry. Honestly,

narrowing slightly. He wasn't entirely convinced, but Claire's poker face was impeccable. "Good,

calculated precision,