New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 504

Claire’s brow furrowed as she stared at the empty search results. She had hacked into databases that were supposed to be impenetrable, infiltrated classified government records, and even accessed deep underground networks. Yet, no matter where she looked, Allan Smith was a ghost.

Even with her expertise as The Raven, even with the full power of Metacortex's systems at her disposal—there was nothing.

Matthew let out a low whistle from across the room, shaking his head. “I hate to say this, but this is impossible. There’s nothing on this guy.”

Claire exhaled sharply, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “That doesn’t make sense,” she muttered. “No one is this invisible. If he was some government official, or a private citizen, there should be something—a birth certificate, financial records, medical history, anything.”

Matthew leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You think someone erased him on purpose?”

Claire drummed her fingers against the desk, deep in thought. “If they did… then the real question is why? Is his family important? Are they dangerous? And more importantly… who the hell has the power to wipe him off the face of the earth?”

The silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

Matthew sighed. “We might be wasting our time. If there’s nothing, then maybe we should just let it go.”

Claire shot him a sharp look. “I don’t let things go, Matthew.”

He huffed out a short laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

She turned back to the screen, her mind working in overdrive. This wasn’t just a dead end. This was a deliberate erasure. Someone had gone to extreme lengths to bury Allan Smith’s existence. And if they were this thorough, that meant one thing—

There was something they didn’t want her to find.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a brief moment before she made her decision. If she couldn’t find anything in the usual places, she would have to take a risk.

Claire accessed a highly classified government archive, a place where only the most sensitive information was stored. This wasn’t just hacking—this was dangerous. But at this point, she didn’t care.

Seconds passed. Then minutes.

And then—

She found something.

Claire’s breath hitched as a file appeared on her screen. It was old, buried deep within confidential records, as if someone had hidden it away and hoped no one would ever come looking.

Matthew noticed the shift in her expression. “Did you find something?”

Claire didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers moved quickly as she clicked on the file, her heart pounding in anticipation. As the document loaded, her eyes scanned the first few lines.

Allan Smith. Age: 45. Deceased.

A chill ran down her spine.

Her grip on the mouse tightened as she scrolled further. A black-and-white photograph accompanied the file—a man in his mid-forties with sharp eyes and a composed expression. But it wasn’t just Allan’s picture that caught her attention.

There was more.

Underneath his name was information about his family.

Spouse: Alice Smith.

Son: Aaron Smith.

Her pulse quickened. Claire zoomed in on the photograph. It was an old image—probably taken years before Allan’s death.

Matthew, noticing her stiff posture, stood up and moved behind her. “What is it?” he asked.

Claire didn’t answer. Instead, she scrolled down. And then—

Her blood turned to ice.

There, at the bottom of the file, was another photograph. This time, it wasn’t just Allan.

It was Allan Smith and Robert Peterson.

Matthew’s voice cut through the tense silence. “Claire?”

Claire barely registered him. She felt frozen, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.

Robert. Her father. Standing beside Allan Smith, looking as if they had known each other for years.

Matthew frowned. “Wait, what—” He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the photo. “Hold on. They knew each other?”

Claire’s lips parted slightly, her mind racing.

Robert had never mentioned an Allan Smith before. Not once. And yet, here they were—standing side by side, their expressions unreadable.

Matthew let out a slow breath. “Alright… this just got a lot more complicated.”

Claire finally found her voice. “Why didn’t he ever mention him?”

Matthew shook his head. “No idea. But if he never told you, then he must’ve had a reason.”

“No.” His tone left no room for argument. “If Robert really is behind this, we don’t know how far he’s willing to go. If you’re going to confront him, you need backup.”

Claire’s jaw tightened. She didn’t like the idea of dragging Matthew into this, but she also knew he wasn’t going to back down.

After a long pause, she nodded. “Fine.”

Matthew smirked slightly. “That’s a first.”

She ignored him and stood up, grabbing her coat.

As she headed toward the door, she glanced back at the photograph one last time.

Allan Smith and Robert Peterson.

Whatever the truth was, she was going to find out.

And if Robert had been responsible for that crash three years ago—

Then he was going to pay.

Claire didn’t waste any time.

Claire’s mind was racing, replaying the details over and over—Allan Smith, his death, and the car crash that had destroyed her family.

If Robert was truly responsible…

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

When they arrived at Robert Peterson’s private estate, the security guards barely glanced at them before allowing them in. Claire had been here countless times before, but this time felt different.

She was here for the truth.

Matthew stayed silent as they walked up the marble steps. He wasn’t going to stop her—he knew better than that. He was only here to make sure she got out in one piece.

Claire didn’t bother knocking. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors and strode inside.

Robert was in his study, sipping whiskey and reading over documents when she stormed in. He barely looked up, but the way he slowly set down his glass showed he had noticed the tension in the air.

“Claire,” he greeted calmly. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Claire’s eyes were like steel. “We need to talk.”