New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 166

Chapter 166 The internet's going crazy

For hours, Alex sat at his desk, staring at the screen, reading through the flood of comments and reposts of the photo from his wedding with Claire. Even though he had ordered Christian to take down the post as quickly as possible, the news had already spread like wildfire.

Social media had once again proven to be both a powerful and perilous tool. Alex marveled at how, in the blink of an eye, the internet could elevate or demolish

someone's career.

The more he read, the more anxious he became. The comments ranged from congratulatory messages to intrusive speculations. He realized just how vulnerable he was to the whims of netizens. "Damn it," Alex muttered under his breath.

He was determined to find out who had leaked the photo. He had already contacted his private investigator, but even they were struggling to trace the original source. The investigator had mentioned something about the location data being imprecise, possibly tampered with.

"Keep digging," Alex had insisted over the phone. "I want to know who did this, and I want to know soon."

On the other side, Christian was stuck in a massive traffic jam on his way to Metacortex to meet Claire. The car hadn't moved in what felt like forever. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, glancing out the window at the sea of vehicles surrounding him. "Great, just great," he muttered, cursing the traffic. Frustrated, he pulled out his phone and opened X, hoping to see if the buzz around Alex and Claire's marriage had died down. But no, people were still talking about it.

He sighed and then switched to Instagram, only to find that several gossip accounts were still buzzing with the news.

He called Alex. "Alex, the news about you and Claire... people on the internet are still talking about it. I have contacted X and other social media to take down the post but it seems people are sharing it again and again." Christian said a bit frustratedly. Alex's voice was tense. "I know, Christian. I'm reading through it all right now. It's a mess."

"Do you think we can find the person who leaked this information?" Christian asked, sounding doubtful.

on it, but it's taking longer than I'd like. Inform me about Claire once you arrive. I

inform you of that. Don't

Claire's wedding was the hot topic of the day, and it seemed like it wouldn't blow over

what seemed like an eternity, the traffic started to move. Christian sighed with relief. He needed to get to Metacortex and talk to

her number, but once again, it went straight to voicemail. "Come on, Claire, pick up," he muttered with a mix of urgency and frustration. The repeated failed attempts wore on

waste a second. He weaved his way through a throng of journalists and paparazzi in front of the building. Christian hurried inside, bypassing the front desk without asking for a guest card. Christian used the employee card to have access to the elevator and he

Christian stepped out and headed straight to Claire's office. He knocked firmly on the door. From inside, a soft "Come in" reached his ears, allowing

across the room, he could see the tension etched on Claire's face. She looked up from her desk, her eyes filled with worry and stress. As she stood to greet

and moved to sit on the couch, motioning for Christian to join her. "I made sure to keep my past a secret." she began, her voice

locked onto Christian's, narrowing with suspicion. "Is

Claire. Alex wouldn't do something like this. He's working hard to take

more eye-catching than our project with the Harris company." Christian's expression softened. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Claire.

she said, her voice steady and

the man on the other end of the line informed

smile. "I saw the post. The internet is going crazy about it," she replied, her tone dripping with

man paused for a moment, perhaps savouring her approval. "Good job,"

the man said, his tone now

her eyes, though he couldn't see her. "You'll get your money after the job

money now. Transfer half of it, or I won't finish the

THE ARGUEts going crazy

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