New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 463

Winnie pressed herself against the cold wall of the parking lot, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Oh no, oh no, oh no, she thought, gripping her phone tightly as she dared to peek around the corner. She could just make out the silhouette of the woman she was following—Evelyn, or at least that was the name Winnie had overheard.

The flash from her phone had been a rookie mistake, one she couldn’t afford to make again. If Evelyn—or whoever she really was—saw her, Winnie’s cover would be blown, and she didn’t even want to think about what Claire would say if that happened. Worse, Evelyn might alert whoever she was working with, and the entire operation would fall apart.

Winnie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Her hand trembled as she turned the flash off her phone, mentally kicking herself for being so careless. When she risked another glance, she saw Evelyn shrug and continue walking toward the ward entrance. Winnie exhaled in relief but knew she couldn’t let her guard down.

She whispered to herself, "Okay, Winnie, you’ve got this. Just stay calm and don’t get caught."

The parking lot lights buzzed faintly above her as she adjusted her position, making sure to stay out of sight. She couldn’t follow Evelyn inside; not without her ID or her glasses that helped complete her disguise. All she could do was observe from a distance and hope to gather enough information to report back to Claire.

From where she stood, she watched as Evelyn approached the ward’s entrance, making eye contact with a security guard. Something about the interaction fell off. The subtle nod exchanged between the two of them and the small smirk on Evelyn’s face made Winnie’s stomach churn. What kind of business does she have here? Winnie wondered.

She snapped another photo, this time with no flash, capturing Evelyn signing a logbook before the guard handed her a visitor ID. Evelyn disappeared into the ward, leaving Winnie behind with more questions than answers.

Inside the hospital ward, Gretta—under the alias Evelyn—walked with purpose. The heels of her boots clicked softly against the polished floor as she navigated the sterile halls. Her fake ID was clipped to her coat, but she still felt the need to keep her head low, just in case. The guard she had bribed earlier had come through, and now, all that was left was to execute the next step of her plan.

She reached the room where Lisa Thompson was being kept and paused outside the door. For a moment, Gretta adjusted her posture, smoothing down her coat and brushing back a strand of her dark hair. Then, with a confident smirk, she pushed the door open.

Lisa looked up with a blank face and then back to the window. "What are you doing here? I thought that once you have formed a plan, you will tell me. So, I assume, you already have a plan?"

Gretta pulled the chair and sat while looking at Lisa. She then said to Lisa that she wanted to make sure that Lisa was doing well.

Lisa rolled her eyes cause she didn't need to be checked but she wanted to be free from these crazy people that she hated so much not to mention the nurse who forced her to drink medicine. So, all this time Lisa placed it under her tongue and then threw it later in the bathroom.

"I do have a plan but not complete yet. I just want to make sure that once make this plan complete, are you really want to be a part of it? Even if it is crazy?"

Lisa raised her brows. "Crazy? Do I want to do it? Gretta, are you aware of where we are right now? I have done lots of crazy things and even if this is much more crazy, I don't care as long as I am free from this hellhole and I can have my revenge on Claire."

Meanwhile, across the city, Adrian stood in front of Claire’s penthouse door, his hand raised to knock. He hesitated for a brief moment, wondering if she’d even want to see him after the week she’d had. But then he shook the doubt from his mind. If there was ever a time Claire needed support, it was now.

He wrapped his knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Moments later, he heard the faint shuffle of footsteps before the door swung open. Claire stood there, looking exhausted but still maintaining her composed demeanor. Her sharp eyes softened slightly when she saw Adrian.

“Adrian,” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I landed a few hours ago,” he replied, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “I called Sandra, and she told me you were here. I figured I’d come by and see how you were holding up.”

Claire closed the door behind him and crossed her arms. “You didn’t have to do that. I’m fine.”