บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The rest of the day passed faster than Clara expected.After the strange message from the unknown number and Matteo’s sudden absence from the office, her mind had refused to settle properly. Even while working, she kept thinking about the worse possibility she had forced herself not to consider.Something had happened. She just didn’t know what. And somehow, that bothered her more than it should have.By noon, she was already seated inside one of the smaller conference rooms with Vanessa and two members of the marketing department. A large screen displayed company campaign reports while files remained spread across the table.Vanessa sat across from her with one leg crossed over the other, looking polished as usual. Today she wore a fitted cream blouse tucked into a dark skirt, her red lips softer than yesterday but still noticeable.The two staff members beside her looked far more focused on work than Vanessa did.Clara flipped through another report before speaking.“These engagemen

Clara’s eyes remained fixed on Tara’s phone long after the screen dimmed slightly.The message sat there like a weight pressing against her chest.‘I thought it was you too.’Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the device. The living room suddenly felt too quiet.Upstairs, she could hear faint movement from Tara’s room, cabinet doors opening and closing casually, completely unaware of the storm rapidly building inside Clara’s head.Her thoughts became louder by the second. Vanessa knew. The anonymous sender knew. Now Tara had received almost the same kind of message.Her stomach twisted painfully. Before she could fully think it through, Clara typed in Tara’s usual password and pressed enter.Wrong password.Her brows furrowed immediately.“What?”She tried again slower this time. Still wrong.A strange tension crept into her chest.Tara never changed her passwords. Not without telling her.Clara swallowed hard and tried a third one. Another variation Tara usually used. Wrong p

The phone continued vibrating against the bedside table. Matteo stared at the screen without moving.His expression had gone colder the moment his mother’s name appeared, and the atmosphere inside the room shifted immediately.Bianca noticed it first. Even Luca remained quiet now.The ringing stopped. Then barely three seconds later, it started again.Matteo’s jaw tightened faintly.Luca leaned back against the chair beside the bed and sighed softly. “She called earlier before we got here.”Matteo didn’t reply.“If you don’t answer,” Luca continued calmly, “she’s going to keep calling.”The phone vibrated again.Bianca watched him carefully.For someone who faced board members, business rivals and interviewers without blinking, Matteo suddenly looked irritated in a completely different way.After a few more seconds, he finally grabbed the phone and answered.“What?”Bianca blinked slightly at the greeting.A woman’s voice sounded faintly from the other side.“Matteo.” His mother sound

Clara barely slept.Even after Tara insisted there had been nobody outside the window, the uneasy feeling refused to leave her chest completely.Because she knew what she saw. Or at least she thought she did.The image kept replaying in her mind over and over again. The still figure outside the glass. The messages. The picture that had been secretly taken of her entering Devereaux Franchise.By the time morning came, exhaustion sat heavily beneath her eyes.Still, she forced herself through her usual routine. Work didn’t stop because her life was becoming complicated.Monaco’s morning air felt colder than usual as she drove toward the company building. Her fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel while her thoughts kept drifting back to the anonymous sender.She had almost told Luca about the messages that morning.Almost. But something stopped her. Maybe pride. Maybe fear. Or maybe she simply hated the idea of looking vulnerable in front of people she barely trusted yet.By

By that Friday morning, Clara had already gone through three cups of coffee. Not because she was tired, but because she was trying not to think.About Elena. About the anonymous messages. About the shadow she had seen outside her window the previous night.About the possibility that someone was watching her.The only thing keeping her sane was work. So she buried herself in it.Her laptop was open in front of her while several documents covered her desk.The newly formed social media department already had enough tasks to keep everyone busy for weeks.A knock landed against her office door. Before she could answer, Vanessa stepped inside."Good morning."Clara looked up."Morning."Vanessa closed the door behind her before taking one of the seats opposite the desk.Her eyes immediately drifted toward the documents spread everywhere."So the rumors are true."Clara raised an eyebrow."Which rumors?""The new department."A small smile appeared on Vanessa's face."I heard Luca brought i