New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 378

Claire leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples in frustration. They'd been at this for hours, staring at the grainy footage from the explosion.

“This is going nowhere,” she muttered. Then, an idea hit her. She turned to Matthew, who was tapping away at his laptop. “Can you try to find some surveillance cameras from the road the car drove through? Maybe we’ll have better luck.”

Matthew nodded. “On it,” he already pulled up maps and checked for any cameras that could’ve caught the car in question. Claire, meanwhile, squinted at the footage again, desperately trying to make out a license plate or any useful detail. But the cameras were ancient, barely functioning. The picture was so blurry it looked like something out of an old spy movie.

“Nope,” she sighed, shaking her head. “Can't make out anything on this footage. Who the heck still used this kind of camera in this era?”

“It’s probably the local camera that no one notices that it’s still working. How come the restaurant you went there doesn’t have a surveillance camera?”

Claire sighed. “Adrian booked the whole place don’t ask me why, he just did. So basically, our dinner was really private with no one in sight.”

Matthew glanced up from his screen. “Well, I’m not having any luck either. There’s nothing on the road—either no cameras or they're facing the wrong direction.”

They’d been at this for hours, and still nothing. Claire threw her hands up, exasperated. “Great. We’re going in circles, It’s like the universe doesn’t want us to find this car.”

Matthew chuckled. “You’ll get there, Claire. You always do.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she reached for her mug of tea. “Yeah, well, it better happen soon because I’m running on fumes over here.”

Just as she took a sip, her laptop chimed with a notification. Claire blinked at the screen, furrowing her brows. “Huh…”

Matthew perked up, noticing the change in her expression. “What’s up?”

Claire stared at the message in disbelief. “I got an email.”

Matthew raised his brows, finally glancing her way. “From whom? Anything important?”

“From… well, someone I definitely wasn’t expecting.”

Matthew scrunched his forehead. “What do you mean? Like, spam or something?”

Claire shook her head, quickly skimming the contents. “No, it’s weirder than that. It says, ‘Claire Peterson, you managed to change your firewall within 24 hours, and because of that, I wasn’t able to penetrate the system. So, I’m sending you this email.’”

Matthew’s eyes widened. “What? Wait, someone’s admitting they tried to hack you?”

“That’s not all,” Claire continued, her voice a mix of irritation and confusion. “The message goes on: ‘That’s why I presented you a show.’” She paused, frowning even deeper.

Matthew leaned forward. “A show? What does that mean?”

“Yeah, that's what it says.” Claire looked up from the screen, her expression confused. “And there’s an attachment.”

Matthew leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “What kind of attachment?”

Claire scrolled down, her eyes narrowing at the attachment. “There’s a photo. Hold on…” She clicked it, and up popped an image of the exact car they had been looking for—the same one from the footage. But this time, the license plate was crystal clear.

She turned to Matthew, her expression a mix of shock and skepticism. “It’s the car. The one from the footage. And there's the license plate.”

Matthew’s jaw dropped as he stared at the screen. “What the hell? Why would they send you this?”

Claire shook her head. “I have no idea. This person… they’re the same one who’s been trying to break into Metacortex and Cryptonic. But why would they give me the license plate of the car we’re looking for?”

Matthew ran a hand through his hair, utterly baffled. “That makes no sense. It’s like they’re helping us now. But why?”

Claire frowned, her mind racing. “Exactly. Why go through all the trouble of hacking me and then just… hand over this information? Something doesn’t add up.” She stared at the email, feeling like there was some kind of game being played, but she couldn’t figure out the rules.

Claire gave him a skeptical look. “We’ve been driving in circles, Matthew. This is a wild goose chase.”

Just as she said that Matthew squinted, leaning forward in his seat. “Wait a sec…” He pointed to something off in the distance. “Look over there.”

Claire followed his finger, her heart skipping a beat. “Is that…?”

Matthew nodded, pulling the car over. “That’s the car.”

They both hopped out of the vehicle and made their way over to the car, which was parked in an odd spot on the side of a dirt road. Claire glanced around, suspicious. “What is a car doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Matthew peered through the window, but there wasn’t much to see. “Doesn’t look like there’s anything useful inside.”

Claire circled the car, her eyes narrowing as she took in every detail. Then, something caught her eye—the trunk. It was slightly ajar.

Her stomach flipped. “Matthew… the trunk.”

He turned toward her, eyebrows raised. “What about it?”

“It’s… open. Or halfway open.”

Matthew stepped closer; curiosity piqued. “You gonna check it out?”

Claire hesitated, feeling a strange sense of dread creeping up her spine. Something about this felt off. But she knew they had to look. With a deep breath, she slowly reached for the trunk and lifted it.

The moment it opened, Claire gasped, stumbling back.