New beginning: Billionaire love story

Matthew and Claire sat side by side in their dimly lit office, surrounded by multiple monitors displaying different parts of London. They were in the middle of hacking into the city's surveillance system to track a person of interest. Claire's fingers flew over the keyboard with practiced ease, her eyes focused on the code streaming across the screen.

"Almost there," Claire murmured, her concentration unbroken. "Just a few more seconds."

Matthew watched her work, impressed by her skill. He knew she had a knack for this kind of thing, often using her abilities to gather crucial information.

"Got it," Claire said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "We're in."

Matthew nodded. "Nice work. Let's start with the footage from the last internet café."

Claire quickly navigated to the location and pulled up the surveillance footage, rewinding to the timestamp where they had last seen the person wearing the hoodie. They watched as the figure walked out of the café, crossing the street before hailing a cab. "There," Claire said, pointing at the screen. "He left the café at around 10 AM."

They followed the cab through the city streets, the camera feeds switching seamlessly to track its journey. Eventually, the cab stopped outside what appeared to be a bar.

"It's 10:30 AM," Claire noted. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was already 1 PM. "Damn it."

Matthew noticed her frustration. "What's wrong?"

Claire sighed. "If it was still around eleven or twelve, I was thinking we could ambush him. But now it's 1 PM, and I'm not sure if he's still there."

Matthew thought for a moment. "Why don't you check the surveillance to see if he's left the bar?"

Claire nodded, feeling a bit more hopeful. "Good idea."

She rewound the footage and watched intently, scanning for any sign of the person in the hoodie. The minutes ticked by as they fast-forwarded through the recording, their eyes glued to the screen.

As she watched intently, there was no sign of the person leaving the bar. A smirk slowly spread across her face. "Looks like he's still there. We're going on a field trip."

Matthew's eyes lit up with determination. "Great. Let's go then."

They hurried down to the lobby, with Claire limping slightly from a recent injury. She winced but pushed through the pain, eager to catch their target. They reached Matthew's car, and Claire slid into the passenger seat while Matthew took the wheel. As Matthew typed the location into the GPS, he glanced over at Claire, who was still keeping an eye on the surveillance camera fed on her phone. "Is the person still there?"

Claire nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. "Yeah, the person hasn't moved. We need to get there fast before it decides to leave."

Matthew started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Hang tight. We'll be there soon."

Just as they turned onto the main road, the car came to a sudden stop. Traffic was at a standstill, a long line of cars stretching out before them.

"Shit!"

"Damn!"

Both Claire and Matthew cursed under their breath.

Claire checked the maps on her phone and groaned. "It's bad, Matthew. The traffic is backed up for miles."

Matthew sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in frustration. He quickly typed something into the maps app on his phone, his eyes darting back and forth between the screen and the road. Claire glanced over, curious. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find a shortcut," Matthew replied, his voice tense. "We can't afford to sit here all day."

Claire raised her eyebrows, doubt evident on her face. "Do you think we'll make it in time?" Matthew turned to her and smirked. "I'll get us there on time, don't worry."

With a determined look, Matthew stepped on the accelerator and shifted the gears, maneuvering the car through the narrow spaces between vehicles. He veered onto the pavement, earning honks and angry shouts from other drivers.

Claire's eyes widened slightly, and she clutched her seatbelt tighter. "Don't do something stupid, Matthew!"

Matthew's smirk only widened as he kept his eyes on the road, following the new route indicated by the GPS. "Relax, Claire. I know what I'm doing."

Claire held on tight, her knuckles turning white. At the same time, she kept her eyes glued to her phone, checking if the person they were tracking had left the bar yet.

Matthew took a sharp turn, causing Claire to bump into the window. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, rubbing her shoulder.

"Sorry!" Matthew said, his voice high-pitched with a mix of guilt and amusement.

Claire glared at him but couldn't help a small smile at his squeaky apology. "I swear if we didn't make it out alive, I will haunt you for the rest of my life."

"How can you haunt me if we both don't make it out alive?" Matthew turned to her with an amusing look plastered on his face.novelbin

Claire rolled her eyes. "Just drive, Matt."

The streets were a blur of lights and shadows as Matthew navigated through side roads and alleys, expertly avoiding the main congested routes. Matthew glanced over at Claire, his eyes filled with urgency. "Is the person still at the bar?" he asked, his voice tense.

Claire, who was tracking their target through a live feed on her phone, shook her head. "Yes, the person hasn't come out yet. But we need to hurry."

Matthew pressed his foot down on

the accelerator, the car picking up speed as it navigated through a narrow alleyway. The buildings

loomed overhead, casting long

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shadows that made the already tight space feel even more

claustrophobic.

Claire looked around, her brow furrowing in concern. "Matthew, are you sure this is the right way? This doesn't look like the route I saw on the map."

Matthew didn't take his eyes off the road, his focus intense. "Trust me, Claire. This is the shortcut. Just sit tight and enjoy the ride."

Claire sighed and returned her attention to her phone, monitoring the live feed. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she let out a frustrated curse. "Damn it! The person is leaving the bar now!"

He pushed the car even faster,

weaving through the tight alleys with

skill and precision. The tires screeched as they rounded a sharp corner, the car barely fitting between the narrow walls. Claire held onto the door handle, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Claire asked, her voice a mix of anxiety and trust.

Matthew spared a quick glance at her, a confident smile on his lips. "I've got this, Claire. Just keep an eye on him."

She focused on her phone watching their target from the surveillance camera. "Maybe we can block our target." "Where is the person heading now?"

"Our target just jumped into a cab. I think it's heading to the south. I wonder who this person is." "Whether our target is a man or woman, it seems like they won't stop until we stop them ourselves." Claire nodded. "I have a feeling our target is a he."

Matthew glanced at Claire while raising brows then turned his attention to the street. "Why he? Why not she?" Claire shrugged. "I just know." she winked at him.

"How about we make a bet? If your assumption is right then, I will do all your work for a whole week." "Aren't you already doing that for me?" she raised her brows.

"Yeah, and I will do it again for you."

"How about, if I am right, you will have to use the public transportation for a whole week."