New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 505 Meeting Eligos Robert gestured toward the chair across from him, unfazed. "By all means." She didn't sit.

Instead, she threw the printed photo of him and Allan Smith onto his desk.

For the first time, Robert's expression changed. It was slight-just the smallest flicker of surprise-but Claire caught it.

"Where did you find this?" he asked, voice even.

"That's not the question you should be asking," Claire shot back. "The question is why you never told me you knew him."

Robert leaned back in his chair, studying her.

"You've been digging," he finally said.

Claire folded her arms. "And I found a lot more than I was supposed to."

Robert sighed and rubbed his temple. "Claire, I don't know what conclusions you've jumped to, but I can assure you "

"Don't lie to me." Her voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. "You knew him. You were friends."

Claire's voice cut through the tension-filled room like a blade. Her eyes locked onto Robert with an

intensity that left no room for deception.

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Robert leaned back in his chair, feigning nonchalance as he smirked. "So what if I did? What does it matter now?"

Claire stepped forward, her gaze never wavering. "Because I know the truth."

Robert's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly masked it with indifference. "And what truth is that, exactly?" "The car crash," Claire said, her voice laced with cold certainty. "Three years ago. The one that involved my family. That was your doing, wasn't it?"

For the first time, Robert froze. It was only for a fraction of a second, but Claire caught it. His fingers,

which had been casually drumming against the desk, stopped moving. His breath hitched. It was subtle- but it was there.

And that was enough.

A slow smirk tugged at Claire's lips. "I can see it in your eyes. You weren't expecting me to figure it out, were you?"

Robert quickly composed himself and scoffed. "That's a bold accusation, Claire. Do you even have any proof?"

Claire kept her expression neutral, her arms crossing over her chest. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Robert narrowed his eyes, scanning her face for any sign of bluffing. "You're bluffing."

Claire tilted her head. "Am I?"

Robert clenched his jaw. "If you really had evidence, you'd have used it already. You wouldn't be standing here trying to intimidate me."

when you realized your time was up." Robert forced a laugh. "You're playing games, Claire. But let's say just for argument's sake-you do have something on me. What if the so-called 'evidence' you

"That's the best you've

forward, his tone turning dark. "You know, Claire, you shouldn't throw around accusations unless you're absolutely sure you can back

met his gaze,

out a dry

smirked. "Why should

wearing thin. "Because if you don't, then we

gaze for a moment before taking a step back. "We'll see," she said coolly. Then, without another word, she turned on

followed closely behind her, but not before throwing

soon as the door clicked shut,

face twisted in fury as he grabbed the glass of whiskey from his desk and hurled it against the

but it did nothing to quell his rising

went flying as he swept them to the floor.

He had underestimated her.

it

she really had evidence-if she could prove he was involved-then everything he had built

to

walked briskly down the hallway, her mind

with her pace, his expression unreadable. "What's next?"

Claire responded, "We

a brow. "You sure about

hackers out there. If anyone can dig

over. "And you

glanced at him. "No," she admitted. "But I know how he works.

Matthew smirked. "Good thinking."

through her phone as they drove away from Robert's mansion. Her mind was

"We need to meet."

silence. Maybe he wouldn't

Ping.

instantly. Claire's eyes widened as she saw his reply.

A public space? That was

screen toward Matthew. He glanced at

place," he said, pressing his foot harder on

her thoughts, and Matthew didn't interrupt.

through her mind when she was

time they

restaurant was an upscale, dimly lit place, buzzing with quiet conversations. Claire hadn't expected a meeting with Eligos to take place

Matthew murmured, parking the

Eligos had picked

hostess immediately approached them as if she had

"This way, please."