Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Three days later, Clara had almost convinced herself that she had become good at pretending. At least at work.She could walk into Matteo's office without thinking about the way his hands had felt around her waist.She could sit across from him during meetings without remembering the way he'd kissed her.She could even argue with him about media strategy without smiling when their eyes met.Almost.The problem was Matteo. He had apparently decided that their private relationship gave him permission to become even more irritating.Nothing obvious. Nothing anyone could accuse him of. Just small things.A coffee appearing on her desk exactly the way she liked it. A brief glance across a crowded meeting room. His fingers brushing hers when he handed her a document.A quiet, Have you eaten? sent to her phone in the middle of a busy afternoon.None of it would have meant anything before. Now every little thing did.And Luca had become unbearable about it. He never asked directly. He didn't

By Tuesday morning, Matteo had stopped looking for the leak. He was going to make the leak come to him.Adrian sat across from him in Matteo's office, a folder open between them.“We know the employee has been communicating with Vanguard Meridian,” Adrian said. “But knowing that isn't enough.”“No,” Matteo agreed. “We need proof that connects him directly to the information leaving the company.”“And we can't accuse him based on access logs alone.”“Exactly.”Adrian leaned back. “So what's your plan?”Matteo looked toward the glass wall separating his office from the rest of the floor.“We give him something worth stealing.”Adrian stared at him. “You want to feed him information.”“False information.”A slow smile appeared on Adrian's face. “I like it.”“You shouldn't.”“Why?”“Because you look pleased.”“I am pleased.”Matteo ignored him. “We create three separate pieces of information. Each one will be slightly different.”“And give each version to different people?”“Yes.”Adrian

The old Monaco file sat open on Matteo's desk. For years, he had refused to look at it. Now he couldn't look away.Theo stood across from him, several printed reports spread between them. Clara sat beside the desk, reading through the documents they'd recovered from the old racing archives.Sebastian's words had changed everything. The crash wasn't entirely accidental. But words weren't proof. They needed the truth.And after two days of digging, they finally had enough pieces to see what had happened.Clara lifted one of the reports.“This doesn't match the official version.”Matteo looked up.“What doesn't?”“The timing.”She turned the document toward him. “The public report says you changed your racing line because of a mechanical issue.”Matteo's eyes narrowed. “I know.”“But the internal telemetry doesn't show the mechanical problem occurring until after you changed your line.”Theo nodded. “That's what I found too.”Matteo stared at the data. “So the mechanical failure wasn't w

The interview was scheduled for ten in the morning. By nine-thirty, the studio was already full.Cameras stood on either side of the set. A production crew moved around quietly, checking microphones and adjusting lights. Behind the main chair was a large screen displaying a photograph of Matteo in his racing days.Clara stood near the side of the room, watching him prepare.Matteo sat alone in the dressing area while a makeup artist made a final adjustment to his face. He looked calm.Too calm.“You're staring,” he said without looking at her.Clara crossed her arms. “I'm making sure you don't decide to walk out.”“I won't.”“You said that very confidently.”He finally looked at her.“I've already decided.”She smiled.“Good.”The interviewer entered a few minutes later. She was experienced, composed, and clearly aware that this was more than a retirement interview. She greeted Matteo, shook his hand, then turned to Clara.“You're his PR manager?”“Yes.”The woman smiled.“Then I supp

Clara followed Matteo's personal doctor into a small consultation room, with Luca and Theo close behind her.The door clicked shut, cutting them off from the noise of the hospital corridor. A desk stood near the window, covered with medical files and a computer monitor. The doctor gestured toward the chairs, but Clara remained standing.“Please, just tell me what's wrong with him.”The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.“We've completed the initial examinations, and the results are concerning. However, I want to explain what we've found before you draw any conclusions.”“Is he going to be all right?” Clara pressed.“Clara,” Luca said quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder.She shook her head without looking at him.“No. I need an answer.”The doctor looked at her for a moment before returning his attention to the medical file.“Matteo has a serious neurological condition. There are abnormalities affecting the structures and functions of his nervous system,