New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 274

Claire sat back in the hospital chair, her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Matthew’s name flash on the screen. She didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Matthew,” Claire said quickly, “did you find anything?”

Matthew, on the other end, didn’t waste any time. “You were right, Claire. This wasn’t just a car accident.”

Claire sat up straighter, her eyes narrowing. “What did you find?”

“Well,” Matthew began, sounding almost too casual for the bombshell he was about to drop, “I managed to track Abigail’s phone. After looking into the area where she was last, I found some surveillance cameras. I hacked into them.”

“Impressive,” Claire replied with a nod, secretly pleased with how fast Matthew worked.

“Yeah, well, the footage shows Abigail leaving what looks like an apartment building. I don’t know whose apartment it is, but that’s not the point. She walks outside, and then, just her luck, it starts pouring rain. She tries to hail a taxi, but none of them stop.”

Claire frowned. “So she’s stranded in the rain?”

“Exactly. She starts walking, and that’s when things get weird. Three men surround her. I don’t know what their deal is, but they’re definitely bothering her. She looks uncomfortable.”

Claire leaned forward, her expression turning serious. “And then?”

“Abigail tries to call someone on her phone, but one of the men snatches it from her. So, being the smart woman she is, she throws her bag at them and runs off. That’s where the footage cuts out. I haven’t hacked into the other cameras yet, but I’m working on it.”

Claire sat quietly, digesting the information. She had known something wasn’t right about the accident. Now she had proof. “Keep me updated as soon as you get more footage,” she instructed, her voice calm but firm.

“Will do,” Matthew replied before hanging up.

As soon as the call ended, Claire leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest. She wasn’t one to trust the police easily, not when they tended to overlook the finer details. Claire preferred handling things her own way—methodical, precise, and with results.

Meanwhile, Alexander was still in a heated discussion with the police in the hallway. His frustration was growing by the second.

“I want to meet the driver who hit Abigail,” Alexander repeated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The officer, sensing that Alexander wasn’t going to drop the issue, nodded. “We’ll contact you when it’s the right time. You’ll need to bring Abigail’s parents too.”

Alexander’s face softened for a brief moment, thinking about Abigail’s family. He gave a curt nod and thanked the officer before heading back to Abigail’s room. His heart ached as he carried Abigail’s belongings, memories of her smile flashing through his mind.

As soon as he walked into the room, Claire’s eyes snapped to him, though they quickly drifted to the items in his hands. She tilted her head, curiosity in her gaze. “Is that Abigail’s stuff?”

Alexander nodded, his expression still tense. “Yeah, the police gave it to me.”

Claire’s calm voice cut through the air. “What did the police say?”

Alexander ran a hand through his hair, still simmering with anger. “They’ve got the driver who crashed into her. I’ll be meeting him once they arrange it.”

Claire raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with an air of detached curiosity.

Claire glanced at her phone and nodded, not saying much as she skimmed through emails. She was lost in thought, thinking back on her own investigation into Abigail's accident.