New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 234 Another Fashion Show

Claire paused mid-typing, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as her thoughts drifted back to Talia. The fashion show fire was still fresh in her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Lisa had something to do with it. Everyone else thought it was just an accident, but Claire's gut told her otherwise. It didn't help that this was Talia's big debut in the fashion industry, and now everything had gone up in smoke-literally. She wanted to do something for Talia, something that would help her bounce back. But what?

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Adrian strolled in, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and a smile that could melt ice. "Hey," he greeted.

Claire stood up, shooting him a smile. "Adrian, what are you doing here?"

He shot her a playful grin as he handed over the coffee. "Wanted to see you. Thought you might need a little pick-me-up."

They both moved to the couch, Claire cradling the coffee like it was a precious gift. "Thanks," she said, crossing her legs as she studied him. "But really, why are you here?"

Adrian's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "I saw the news about the fire at the fashion show. Are you okay?"

Claire took a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth before responding. "I'm fine. Just a scratch, really."

Adrian's frown deepened. "How did it happen?"

Claire's expression turned serious. "The ceiling lights came loose and got electrified. That's where the fire started."

Adrian frowned, his brows knitting together. "Ceiling lights don't just fall like that," he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

"Exactly," Claire agreed, nodding. "Something doesn't add up."

find

leaning back into the couch. "I don't know. They're still investigating. I did my own digging, but I haven't found much. All the

out a low whistle. "That's going to make things tough," he said. "No cameras, no

nodded, her mind racing. "It's

her for a moment, then asked, "Do

question. "Why do you ask?" she countered,

expression hardened. "Because whoever did this needs to be dealt with," he said firmly. "They can't get

a hunch, and without solid evidence, she couldn't accuse anyone. "I agree," she said carefully. "But I don't know who." Adrian tilted his head, studying her with a mix of curiosity and concern. "You know, Claire, you

chuckled softly, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "I know. But you've got your own things to handle. Besides, you know

that made Claire smile. "Yeah, I've noticed. But that's part of what makes

but couldn't hide her amusement. "Don't go getting all

Never," Adrian

face as she turned to Adrian. "You know, Talia was really involved in putting together the fashion show. We talked yesterday, and she seemed

idea, a grin spreading across his

what about the clothes? Most of them were burned in

waved a hand

there are only a few! Maybe they can add a little touch, you

had to admit, but she wasn't sure if Talia would go for it. "It's a clever idea, but do you think Talia would accept it?" Adrian leaned forward, his eyes

into a small smile. Adrian's enthusiasm was contagious, and she could see the potential in his idea. "You might be onto something," she said, tapping her fingers lightly on the desk. "But this kind of event needs