New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 390

It had been one of those days where everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Claire and Matthew spent hours hunched over their laptops, their eyes darting across screens as they sifted through endless profiles.

The mission? Find the perfect candidate to pose as a therapist. Not just any therapist, though—someone who could infiltrate Lisa’s life, get close enough to observe her, and eventually gather the dirt needed to send Lisa to jail.

Claire was loving Matthew’s plan. “Just because my life’s been a circus lately doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about Lisa,” she said with a determined look. “She made my life a nightmare, so I’m returning the favor.”

Matthew leaned back in his chair, stretching. “Yeah, between the crime scenes and the explosions, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind for you, huh?”

“Understatement of the year,” Claire muttered. “But Lisa? I owe her. Big time. I’m not letting her slip away.”

They continued scrolling, reviewing resumes and profiles, scanning for anyone who could convincingly play the part of a therapist. Hours ticked by, and the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow through the office windows. Claire glanced at the clock, sighing.

“We’ve gotta wrap this up soon,” she said. “I’m starting to see double.”

Matthew suddenly perked up. “Wait! I think I found something.” He waved Claire over to his screen.

She leaned in, peering at the profile he had pulled up. “Hmm. Not bad,” she mused, scrolling through the details. “Definitely looks qualified.”

Matthew grinned. “And check this one out. Found another one that could work.”

Together, they reviewed the third profile, nodding in agreement. They finally had three solid candidates. The two shared a quick high-five.

Claire leaned back, satisfied. “Alright, we’ve got our top three. Can you set up interviews? And make sure to mention the salary we’re offering. We don’t want anyone flaking out last minute.”

Matthew nodded, jotting down some notes. “You got it. Are you going to sit in on the interviews, or should I handle it?”

Claire hesitated, glancing at the mountain of paperwork piling up on her desk. “I should, but… I’ve got a lot on my plate. Maybe I’ll make time for one or two. But you can handle the rest.”

Matthew smirked, crossing his arms. “Can’t believe we’re going through all this just to put Lisa behind bars.”

“Believe it,” Claire said with a grin. “She deserves jail after everything she’s done. She’s straight-up crazy.”

Matthew chuckled. “Yeah, that’s putting it mildly. Alright, I’ll take care of the interviews, and we’ll compare notes later.”

Claire gave him a thumbs-up before turning back to her screen. “I’m counting on you.”

Meanwhile, across town, Cindy was nursing a vodka at a dimly lit club. She’d been staring at the glossy black card she had received for what felt like hours. No name. Just a number. It shimmered under the low light, almost taunting her.

“Who the hell gives out a card with no name?” Cindy muttered under her breath. She twirled it between her fingers, contemplating. “Maybe it’s a scam. But…” She couldn’t shake the thought that the card belonged to that mysterious man she met—the one who promised her everything.

Could it really be his number?

Her mind raced. She had nothing to lose, right? Maybe this was her chance. Her old life was in shambles, and the thought of getting it back—of being someone again—was too tempting.

“Alright, screw it” Cindy whispered to herself, grabbing her phone and dialing the number.

The first call rang endlessly. No answer. She tried again. Nothing.