New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 212 On the Move

Alex stepped inside the room, still struggling to believe that his childhood friend was the one who had won the competition. "Since when are you into robots?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity. Abigail chuckled, the sound light and familiar. "I've always been into robots, Alex. You just never noticed."

Claire, who had been observing their encounter with a confused expression, finally spoke up. "Do you two know each other?" she asked, her tone curious but with a hint of detachment. Alex almost forgot that Claire was in the room. "Oh, yeah," he said, turning towards her. "We're childhood friends."

Claire nodded her head slowly, her expression unreadable. "Oh," was all she said, her tone indicating that she didn't really care. "Well, now that the introduction is over, we can go over the details."

For the next two hours, they discussed the robots that would be used in Alex's hotel. Abigail was clearly passionate about her work, and Alex found himself impressed by her knowledge.

He leaned forward, looking at the designs she had presented. "These are great, Abigail," he said. "But could you make another design that fits better with the hotel's theme?"

Abigail nodded a confident smile on her face. "Of course, Alex. I'll send you the new design as soon as it's ready."

Claire, who had been watching their interaction with a slight frown, couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. As far as she remembered, Alex had never mentioned Abigail before. But then again, she reminded herself, back then, Alex couldn't stand her. It made sense that he wouldn't share anything personal with her. Not that she cared.

"Alright," Claire said, interrupting the moment. "I'll contact the robot company in Japan and ask them if they can proceed with our order."

When the meeting was finally over, Claire stood up and extended her hand to Abigail. "Thank you for coming, and for working with us," she said, her tone polite but distant.

Abigail nodded, shaking Claire's hand. "The pleasure is mine," she replied.

Claire didn't even glance at Alex as she left the room, her mind already moving on to the next task. As the door closed behind her, Abigail turned to Alex, a curious look on her face. "Do you and Claire does not like each other?" she asked, pointing out the obvious tension. Alex shrugged, trying to downplay it. "That's just the way she is."

Abigail gave him a knowing look but didn't push further. Instead, she smiled and said, "Your feedback means a lot to me, Alex. I'm glad you like the design."

You've come a long way since we were

and suddenly looked apologetic. "I need to go.

eyebrows, a teasing grin forming on his face.

head. "Not this time. I actually want to

have fun," Alex said, still smiling as she gathered her things

Abigail said, giving him one

soon as she was gone, Alex decided he needed to talk to Claire. He made his way to her office and knocked on the door. A simple "Come in." greeted him from the other side. He pushed the

familiar frustration rise within him. It seemed like every conversation with Claire was a battle. "I just wanted to talk,"

eyes meeting his with a mixture of impatience and indifference. "We just talked earlier, Alex.

days, staring blankly at the walls. Ever since she was fired from her job, she felt like her life had fallen apart. She had lost her job, her dignity, and now, even her closest friend had turned her back on her.

picture of Claire lay

in the image. Claire's smile, so confident and composed, made Lisa's blood boil. She had ruined everything, taken away everything Lisa had worked for, and now she had

owned the world.

The sound of the scissors slicing through the paper was

discarded on the

picture, her breath coming in short, harsh bursts. "I hate you," she whispered to the headless image. "I hate you so much,

her bubbled over, and she suddenly screamed, clutching her head in both hands. Her mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, each one more violent than the last. How had

Lisa would ever be at

stood up abruptly, the decision made. Her eyes scanned her room until they landed on a small knife lying on her bedside table. Without hesitation,

purposeful. Her mother's voice called out from the living room, annoyed as usual. "Lisa, where are

reached the front door, yanked

time she have to attend, since she is a business partner with Alexander Harris. "Why didn't I

her office. Their conversation had been awkward, as usual. Claire disliked how Alex always seemed to pry into her life, asking questions