New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 209 Wrong Target

"Excuse me," Claire said, her voice icy. "What did you just call me?"

The woman, who had crossed her arms over her chest in a way that screamed arrogance, met Claire's gaze without flinching. "You heard me," she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.

Claire felt a headache forming. Of all the ways her morning could go wrong, this wasn't even on the list. She stared back at the woman, her eyes narrowing. "And what exactly is the reason you felt the need to call me that?" Claire asked, her patience wearing thin. The woman rolled her eyes and huffed as if she couldn't believe she had to explain herself. "You stole my best friend's boyfriend," she snapped her expression a mixture of irritation and accusation.

For a moment, Claire was too shocked to respond. Stolen a boyfriend? Who even says that?

"What?" Claire finally managed to say. "I didn't steal anything, let alone someone's boyfriend. You must have me confused with someone else."

The woman frowned, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Claire more closely. "Aren't you Claire Peterson?" she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

Claire nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the accusation. "Yes, I am, but-"

"Then I'm not wrong," the woman cut her off, her tone resolute.

Claire was still utterly puzzled by the whole situation. "Look," she said, raising a hand in a plea for clarity, "why don't you start from the beginning and explain this to me?"

The woman sighed heavily, as if this was all a great inconvenience to her, and then began, "You stole Lisa's boyfriend, Alex. That's why I called you a bitch."

That was the last thing Claire had expected to hear, and she couldn't help it-she burst out laughing. The sheer absurdity of the accusation was too much.

The woman's face flushed with anger. "What's so funny?" she demanded, looking as if she might throw something at Claire next

Claire took a moment to catch her breath and then gave the woman a good, long look. That's when it clicked. She remembered the woman's face from that one time she had accidentally bumped into Lisa at a cafe. This must be one of Lisa's friends, though Claire couldn't recall her name.

"Wait a second," Claire said, crossing her arms over her chest in a mirror image of the woman's stance. "You're one of Lisa's friends, aren't you?"

though her expression

she offered a quick apology. "Sorry about the mess,"

just nodded, offering

returned her attention to the woman, her demeanor shifting from slightly amused to downright icy. "I don't have time to waste on Lisa's minions," she said

had already taken up too much of her time. But before she could take more than a few steps, the woman grabbed

recovered. "Why did you steal

firmly this time. "Lisa is lying to you. What's

Kayla," she continued, "what Lisa told you is a complete

even batting an eye. She was dead serious. "How do I know you're not the one lying?" Kayla

done with the conversation. "Frankly, I don't

leave once more, but Kayla stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Wait," Kayla said, her tone a bit softer now. "What

corner of her mouth. "You really want to know the truth about

nodded. "Yes, I want

to a

.....

couldn't believe she was actually on her way to work. Her once-comfortable life had taken a turn, and she knew exactly who to blame-Claire. If it weren't for Claire, she wouldn't be squished between a sweaty guy with questionable hygiene and a woman who was

turned white. "This is all her fault." She

she hoped was a sweet, innocent

into

for her floor

as if

She hurried to her desk,

that trademark

smile, one she hoped looked natural. "Yeah, I'm back. Anyway, what's with the

against Lisa's desk. "Everyone's just surprised, that's all. Don't mind

eyes flicked around the room. "Surprised? That's one way to put it," she thought. Out loud, she asked, "Are you sure

probably just curious