New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 507

Claire sat in her office, meticulously gathering the evidence she had compiled against Robert—documents, financial statements, and internal reports from his time at Metacortex. Matthew stood beside her, double-checking the files, his expression grim.

“You sure about this?” Matthew asked as he passed her a flash drive.

Claire took it without hesitation. “More than ever.”

She glanced at the clock. Time was slipping away, and she had to act fast before Robert caught wind of what she was doing.

As she placed the last set of papers into a file, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and immediately put the call on speaker.

“Winnie,” Claire said, continuing to organize the documents. “Why are you calling?”

Winnie’s voice came through, slightly breathless. “I think I found out who this Evelyn is. The one who keeps visiting Lisa.”

Claire’s movements halted. She straightened, her grip tightening on the papers. “And?”

“I—I have a strong feeling she’s planning to free Lisa,” Winnie continued. “I just don’t know how she’s going to do it.”

Claire frowned, her mind racing. “Free her?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think it’s a legal route,” Winnie said hesitantly.

Claire exchanged a glance with Matthew before responding. “Keep an eye on Evelyn. See if you can find her real name.”

There was a brief pause.

“I don’t know, Claire,” Winnie said, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Claire immediately softened her tone. “Listen, you don’t have to keep going if you’re uncomfortable. Just telling me what you know is more than enough. I’ll take it from here.”

Another moment of silence.

Then Winnie sighed. “No. I’ll try one more time to find out who she is. I need to know.”

Claire nodded, even though Winnie couldn’t see her. “Alright. But if things get dangerous, stop immediately and get far away. Call me the moment you sense trouble, and I’ll handle it.”

“I will,” Winnie promised. “Thanks, Claire.”

“Stay safe,” Claire said before hanging up.

She turned back to Matthew, her expression sharp. “We have to move now.”

Matthew nodded, grabbing his coat. “Let’s go.”

Claire and Matthew strode into the police station with purpose. The officer at the front desk barely had time to look up before Claire spoke.

“I want to reopen the case of my parents’ deaths from three years ago,” Claire stated, her voice steady but firm. “That includes the accident I was in.”

The officer frowned. “Ma’am, that’s not within my authority—”

Claire’s eyes darkened. “Then I want to speak to a detective. I have evidence.”

The officer hesitated, studying her face. Claire Peterson wasn’t someone to be dismissed lightly. With a short nod, he motioned toward the staircase. “Detective Harris is upstairs, second floor. Room 203.”

Claire didn’t wait for further instructions. She turned and headed up the stairs, Matthew right behind her.

Reaching Room 203, Claire knocked twice.

“Come in,” a deep voice responded.

Claire pushed open the door, stepping inside. Detective Harris, a gruff-looking man in his late forties with a sharp gaze, sat behind his desk, files scattered in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at the two visitors.

“Miss Peterson,” he greeted, recognizing her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Claire offered a polite nod before getting straight to the point. “I want to reopen the car crash case from three years ago. The Peterson family.”

Harris frowned. “Why now?”

“Because I have the evidence that proves who was behind it.”

That caught his attention. He leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Evidence?”