New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Perfect night

Cindy found it hard to believe when Claire told her she didn't have any relationship with him

"Really, Claire? You expect me to buy that?" she said, her arms crossed over her chest, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Alex was staring at you even when you walked away." Her tone was tinged with anger.

Claire frowned for a second before scoffing sarcastically. "Were you watching me, Cindy?"

Realizing she had slipped up, Cindy quickly uncrossed her anns and tried to recover. "No, I wasn't watching you," she lied, her voice unconvincing

Claire smirked slightly. "You know, it wouldn't look good if the media caught a model staring at someone else and accused them of bring in a relationship with her

Cindy avoided Claire's gaze, but she still tried to look brave. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Claire stepped closer, her eyes narrowing, "Oh, I think you do. You're upset because you think Alex and I have something going on. But let me make it clear, we don't

Clare tilted her head slightly, looking Cindy up and down. "No wonder Alex likes you," she said, rolling her eyes.

Cindy frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It's nothing. If you don't need anything

for a response, Claire started to move past Cindy. But

Cindy standing there with a glass of wine in her hand. As if in slow motion, she saw Cindy pretending

eyes widened in shock

down at the red wine staining the front of her dress. The deep red liquid seeped into the spackling midnight blue fabric, spreading quickly

her mind racing with anger and disbelief. "Why did you do this, Cindy?" she

face a masked feigned regret. "Chino, Claire! I'm so

volor cold and controlled. "Save it, Cindy.

expression faltered for a moment before she recovered, her voice sweet but insincere. "I swear, Claire,

recognizing the same deceptive traits she'd seen in Lisa Cindy was just like Lisa, but with money and more polished manipulation tactics, Claire cured under

around the table, Claire spotted a napkin at the tar comer. She reached over, grabbing it and trying to blot the stain on her dress. The

leaned closer, still playing her role. "Claire, let me help you with that," she offered,

near her. "No, I've gut it,"

she dabbed at her dress, Claire's mind whirled

Alexanymore, but maybe Cindy hadn't believed her. Or maybe Cindy just wanted to handliate her for some other reason "Claire!" The voice belonged to Talia, who approached with a bright smile etched one face. But as

accuse me of trying to that with Alex just because

She knew

deepened as she turned to Curly direction. "Why would you