New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 T been a wh

“Harris Hotel announces new branch in collaboration with Metacortex.” 

Gretta’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the headline. Her fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled through the article, reading about the groundbreaking technology Metacortex was bringing to the project and how it would revolutionize the hotel industry 

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. “Claire always gets everything while my husband gets nothing! I still couldn’t believe he sold his shares.” 

Frustration surged within her, and she cursed under her breath. It seemed like every time she tried to compete with Claire or even take her down a notch, it backfired spectacularly. Claire always emerged unscathed, while Gretta ended up humillated. 

Gretta’s thoughts raced as she pondered her next move. There had to be a way to bring Claire down, to finally wipe that smug look off her face. She was tired of being the one who always ended up embarrassed. 

This time, she vowed, it would be different. 

Maybe it is time to call a backup, Gretta thought to herself. She knew dealing with Claire would be difficult and also knew it won’t be easy to take her down. 

She dialed a number and on the third rings it answer. 

“Hello? Who’s this?” 

“I guess it is time for us to meet.” Gretta said with a smirked.

“Hello? Who’s this?” 

“I guess it is time for us to meet.” Gretta said with a smirked. 

Chapter 143 Chaotle mess 

Robert had arranged to meet with his family old partner in crime. 

They had agreed to meet in an abandoned, dark building on the outskirts of the city. As Robert stepped inside, he couldn’t help but look around in disgust. The place was dank and reeked of mold. 

“Some things never change,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head at the lack of class his old mate still exhibited. 

Two men suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Without a word, they motioned for him to follow. They led him into a dimly lit room. It was so dark that Robert could barely make out the figures of two other men standing guard at the back. In the center of the room was a rusty table, and behind it sat a shadowy figure, half–hidden by the light that barely illuminated the space. 

Robert took a cautious step closer, squinting to see the man’s face. “I have information about your father,” he said, his voice steady despite the eerie atmosphere. 

The man behind the table smiled, a grin so sinister it made Robert’s skin crawl. “Interesting,” the man drawled. “So, you came here to tell me about my father’s death after all this time?“. 

Robert swallowed hard. “I lost contact with your mother,” he explained, trying to keep his voice calm 

“Sit down, “the man commanded, gesturing to the chair in front of the table. Robert obeyed, taking a seat. “What’s your name?” he asked, trying to gather as much Intonation as he could 

“Eligos,” the man replied, his eyes gleaming in the half–light. “Just call me Eligos” 

Robert nodded, though the name felt strange on his tongue. “Eligos,” he repeated, trying to keep his tone respectful. “I contacted you because I need help.” Eligos smirked, leaning forward. Tattoos covered his arms, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate designs. “And why should † help you?” he asked, his voice mocking 

“Because I was your father’s friend,” Robert said, his voice firm. “I used to help him back then.” 

Eligoschuckled daridy. “You left my father when he needed you the most. And now look at you, trying to be a rich guy wannabe.” 

Robert enched his fists under the table, trying to keep his composure. “Your father understood my decision. I was living in poverty then. 

Eligos stared at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. “Fine, I’ll help you. But remember, there’s always a price for everything.” 

“I’ll pay you any amount of money you want,” Robert said quickly, relief flooding through him. 

Eligos laughed, a low, menacing sound. “I don’t need money. Tell me who you need me to catch. If it’s interesting enough, I’ll help. If not, well, you can find your own way out of this mess 

Robert reached into his briefcase and pulled out a document. He slid it across the table toward Eligos, who continued to stare at him with his icy gaze. As Eligos picked up the document and began flipping through the pages, his eyes scanned the information with growing interest. 

Calce Peterson, Eligos pead aloud, his voice dripping with disdain. “CEO of Metacortex.” 

He flipped to the next page, his gaze hardening as he absorbed the details. Robert could see the intensity in his eyes as he looked up. 

*She is the one who killed my father?” Eligos aslund coldly, his voor barely above a whisper. 

Robert nodded, his voice steady but laced with bitterness, “Yes, she is the one who caused it. She is a dangerous woman and will do anything to get what she 

wants 

Eligos’s gaze returned to the document, now filled with burning hatred. He stared at Claire’s picture, het smiling face mocking him. Slowly, he pulled out a match, struckit, and let the flare lick the edges of her photograph. He watched as the fire consumed her image, then dropped the burning picture onto the table, where it continued to smolder. 

“What do you want to do to Claire?” ligos asked, his voice low and dangerous 

Robert leaned in, his expression one of grim determination. “I want you to nain her. Take everything, she holds dear. Destroyer reputation, her company, her 

Claire was in her office, sipping her coffee and reviewing a document. The warmth of the drink and the quiet hum of the building provided a comforting backdrop to her focused work. Suddenly, the doorbust open, and Sandra care running inside, her face pale and eyes wide with urgency. 

“Claire! There’s a breach in the system!” Sandra exclaimed, barathess 

Claire immediately stopped what she was doing, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, setting her coffee cup down with a clatter. 

*Show me,” she said, following Sandra out of the office and down the hall to the control ama of Metacortes. 

When they arrived, the scene was chaotic. The monitors were hazy, filled with indecipherable codes and flashing wanings. Matthew was at the center of it, his fingers trying over the keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to contain the situation. 

“Marthew, what’s going on?” Claire asked, hevder tense. 

Matthew didn’t lookup, his focus entirely on the screen in front of him. “Someone’s breaching Metacortex,” he said, histone gitm 

claire’s eyes widened in shock “How can this happen? We have the most secure system!” 

“I don’t know,” Matthew splied, hisvolte strained. “But it looks like someone managed to get in