New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 464

Two weeks had flown by in a blur for Claire, and yet she felt like she had lived a lifetime in that short span. Between patching up Metacortex’s compromised systems after Eligos’s latest stunt and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy at Cryptonic, she was running on fumes.

The nights were sleepless, her days overrun with work and stress, and she hadn’t even had the mental bandwidth to check in on Matthew’s progress at the hospital.

When her phone rang and Alexander’s name appeared on the screen, Claire debated ignoring it. But she knew him too well. If she didn’t answer, he’d call back, and she wasn’t in the mood to play phone tag with her ex-husband.

“Yes?” she answered curtly, her voice devoid of any warmth.

“Hello to you, too,” Alexander said, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m calling to talk about the Vegas hotel. It’s opening in less than a month, as you probably remember. Just reminding you that you need to be there.”

Claire sighed, leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling of her office. “Hmm,” she murmured, noncommittally.

“Is that a yes?” Alexander pressed.

“Yes,” she said flatly.

“And you’re sure you’re not going to flake on this?” he teased. “I know how much you love these kinds of events.”

“Hmm,” Claire replied again, barely paying attention. She was already scrolling through her emails, her mind occupied with work.

“Claire,” Alexander’s tone shifted to something more serious, “you’ve been short with me on every call these past two weeks. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, Alexander,” she snapped, then immediately regretted the sharpness in her voice. “I’ve just been... busy. That’s all.”

He paused on the other end of the line, as if deciding whether or not to push further. Finally, he said, “Alright. Just don’t forget about Vegas. It’s important.”

“I won’t,” Claire said, her tone softer this time. “Goodbye, Alexander.”

“Goodbye, Claire.”

She ended the call and stared at her phone for a moment before setting it aside. She hadn’t meant to be so curt with him, but she couldn’t help it. Between Eligos’s constant attacks and the pressure of managing two companies, she felt like she was stretched too thin.

Three days ago, Eligos had managed to infiltrate Metacortex’s system again, and it had taken Claire hours to finally throw him out. Normally, she and Matthew worked on these breaches together, their combined efforts quickly neutralizing the threat. But with Matthew in the hospital, Claire was on her own. It annoyed her how persistent Eligos was, how he seemed to take a sick pleasure in proving he could outsmart her defenses.

She had rebuilt the firewall from scratch, reinforcing it with new layers of security. Yet somehow, Eligos always found a way in. If he weren’t her sworn enemy, she might have admired his skill. Hell, she might’ve even hired him at Cryptonic. But the man was a threat, and the fact that he kept targeting her company only fueled her anger.

This wasn’t just about business anymore. It was personal.

Thanksgiving arrived, and with it, an unexpected invitation to the Robertson mansion. Claire had stared at the ornate card for a good five minutes, debating whether to go. Her relationship with Robert Robertson was anything but cordial. Their conversations were laced with sarcasm and thinly veiled insults, and Claire couldn’t imagine why he would want her there.

Still, curiosity got the better of her. If nothing else, she might glean some useful information about his plans. And so, she decided to go. But not without a little mischief.

Claire prepared a chocolate pudding for the occasion, a dish that looked deceptively delicious. However, she added a secret ingredient: a generous pinch of salt. If they were going to drag her into this awkward Thanksgiving dinner, they deserved a little payback.