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."

I wanted to see the look on your face 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 found is fabricated? What if someone planted

scoffed. "That's the best

"You know, Claire, you shouldn't throw around accusations

met his gaze, unshaken. "Oh,

dry chuckle. "Then show

"Why should

thin. "Because if you don't,

moment before taking a step back. "We'll see," she said coolly. Then, without another

behind her, but not before throwing Robert one

clicked shut, Robert's carefully constructed facade

twisted in fury as he grabbed the glass of

but it did nothing to quell his rising anger. "Damn it!" he

swept them to the floor. His breathing was

He had underestimated her.

it was

prove he was involved-then everything he had built

needed to act.

office, Claire walked briskly down the hallway,

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

"We need to see

brow.

out there. If anyone can

it over.

I know how he works. If there's something to be found,

Matthew smirked. "Good thinking."

the passenger seat of Matthew's car, her fingers scrolling through her phone as they drove away from Robert's mansion. Her mind was occupied, sifting through

"We need to meet."

stared at the screen, expecting silence. Maybe he wouldn't respond. Maybe he had changed

Ping.

widened as she saw his reply.

A public space?

screen toward Matthew. He glanced at it, his jaw

pressing his foot harder on the

drive was silent. Claire was lost in her thoughts, and Matthew didn't interrupt. He knew better than

through her mind

they arrived, 30

buzzing with quiet conversations. Claire hadn't expected a meeting with Eligos to

the car.

but didn't question it further. If Eligos had picked this place, he

hostess immediately approached them as if she had been expecting their arrival. Without asking, she gestured

"This way, please."