New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 433

Claire strode into Cryptonic’s sleek, glass-lined halls, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. She was expecting to see Matthew—or at least hear his familiar voice grumbling about work deadlines—but his office was eerily empty. The blinds were drawn, and his usually cluttered desk sat untouched, with a thin layer of dust betraying his absence.

“Where is he?” she muttered under her breath, frowning.

Deciding not to jump to conclusions, Claire turned on her heel and headed to her own office. Once inside, she plopped into her chair and immediately dialed Sandra. The phone barely rang twice before Sandra’s chipper voice answered.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Peterson! How can I help you?”

“Sandra, is Matthew at Metacortex? I haven’t seen him here,” Claire asked, leaning back and fiddling with the pen on her desk.

Sandra paused, sounding slightly hesitant. “Matthew? Oh, no, he hasn’t been at the office for a few days now.”

Claire’s brow furrowed deeper. “He hasn’t? Why not?”

“He mentioned he wasn’t feeling well and said he’d be working from home.” Sandra’s voice dropped, as if she wasn’t entirely convinced herself.

“Sick?” Claire echoed, leaning forward. The idea sounded absurd. Matthew was the kind of person who’d jog five miles in the pouring rain and then show up to work like it was nothing. “Are you sure about that?”

“That’s what he said,” Sandra confirmed. “But honestly, I thought it was strange too. He has such a good record of showing up—this is the first time I’ve heard him say he’s sick.”

Claire drummed her fingers on the desk, her mind racing. “When was the last time he was at the office?”

Sandra took a moment to think. “Hmm… I believe it was after you went to Las Vegas. He came in once, but that was it. Afterward, he even canceled that meeting with the potential client.”

Claire sighed heavily, raking her hand through her hair. “Got it. Thanks, Sandra. Let me know if you hear anything else.”

“Will do,” Sandra replied, her tone tinged with concern.

Claire ended the call, staring at her phone for a moment. Matthew sick? That didn’t sit right with her. The guy was practically invincible, and the fact that he hadn’t even told her about it gnawed at her. Was he hiding something? It certainly seemed out of character.

As she absentmindedly scrolled through her messages, her eyes landed on a text from Winnie, sent nine hours ago: Are you available? Found new information about Lisa Thompson.

Claire immediately replied: Come by tomorrow at noon.

With that handled, she hesitated for only a second before dialing Matthew’s number. It rang once before his familiar, cheerful voice picked up.

“Claire! What’s up?”

Her annoyance flared. “What’s up? Really, Matthew?” she snapped, trying to keep her irritation in check. “Where are you?”

Matthew sounded confused. “At home? Why?”

Claire pressed her lips into a thin line, her annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface. “Okay,” she said curtly before abruptly ending the call.

Matthew blinked at his phone, baffled. “What the…?” he muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he set his phone down and returned to studying the guest list from Adrian’s banquet, muttering about Claire’s unpredictable moods.

Meanwhile, Claire grabbed her bag and stormed out of her office. “Driver!” she called as she descended the lobby stairs. Her driver, already anticipating her urgency, opened the car door.

Matthew sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright. So, a couple of days ago, I got grabbed.”

“Grabbed?” Claire repeated, her voice rising. “By whom? Where? And why am I just hearing about this now?!”

“By Eligos’s men,” Matthew said, his tone almost casual, as if he were discussing the weather.

“Eligos?” Claire frowned as she heard the familiar name’

“Well, not precisely grab but…we kinda communicate and I wanted to meet him to settle all that nonsense of him hacking Metacortex and Cryptonic but turns out it was a bad idea.”

Claire leaned forward curious to hear the complete story. “What did you do?”

“Eligos and I made a deal to meet up and we did at the abandoned warehouse, and I thought he came alone so I was confronting him turns out he had it all under his fingers. He has his men hiding in the shadows waiting for his cue. And when he did signal them, one of them hit me in the head and I…lost consciousness.” Matthew looked down, feeling slightly embarrassed telling Claire the story.

“I know you mean well but…what is wrong with you? A guy like Eligos will not keep his promise. Why did you go alone?”

Matthew paced back and forth in front of Claire. “Because I want him to stop. He kept playing these games and I know that I am not the one who get sick of his games. You are too.”

Claire sighed. “Yeah, I am. But I don’t want to see you hurt, Matthew. You mean a lot to me and even if we have to take the long route to figure this whole thing out then I’m fine with it.”

“I’m really sorry, Claire I wasn’t thinking.”

“Please next time, do not lie to me and do not do stupid shit. This is my last warning, Matthew.”