New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 245 Drunk Alexander

"Alex, your parents were looking for you," Claire said, turning to address the group with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but they wanted to talk to him about something important." "Ah, come on, Claire," Alex said, still grinning, clearly enjoying himself. "We were just having a good time."

Claire scrunched her nose at the smell of alcohol and took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She needed to get him out of here before he said something he shouldn't. She opened her mouth to speak, but one of the guests beat her to it. "You're really nice, Claire, you know that?" the guest said, looking impressed. "Even after you two are divorced, you're still looking out for him."

Alex looked like he was about to respond, but Claire quickly nudged his ribs, cutting him off. God only knew what he was about to say. "Well, someone has to," Claire said with a tight smile, slipping her arm through his to steady him. "Excuse us." With that, she steered Alex away from the group, moving quickly before he could protest. She spotted an empty table at the back of the room and guided him over, seating him down.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Alex grumbled, looking up at her with bleary eyes. "I was having fun."

"You were making a fool of yourself," Claire said bluntly, crossing her arms as she stood over him. "What's gotten into you? Since when do you entertain crowds like that?"

Alex shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe I just felt like letting loose," he said, his voice slurred.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Well, you've let loose enough for one night."

A sloppy grin plastered across his face.

Claire rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared down at him. "Well, you've let loose enough for one night," she said with a sigh, tapping her foot impatiently. "How much have you had to drink, Alex?"

Alex squinted up at her, lifted his fingers as though to count, and then laughed, shaking his head. "Can't remember," he said, slurring. "Too many, I guess?"

"You're impossible," she spat, looking teetering around the room to make sure no one was witnessing this humiliating spectacle. "Now I've got to

should she care if Alexander made a fool of himself? But then she reminded herself that other than business partners much as she really detested it-he was part of her reputation. Until their business was concluded, she needed to keep up appearances for a professional

pointing a finger at him. "Don't move. I have to find your parents and come up with an

mock saluting her, then chuckling

her heel, working her way through the crowd, her brain trying to come up with some possible excuses. She smiled as she passed guests, nodding here and there, all until she found Michael talking to a few businessmen that she recognized. "Michael," she greeted, forcing a smile onto her lips as she stepped

his face. "Of course, Claire," he said, nodding to the men around

shaking hands with businessmen. Among them was a tall man with graying hair, Tony, the owner of the largest shopping mall

on your partnership with Harris Hotel," he said, offering a firm

yet genuine. "It's been a

businessman fat, jolly-looking man. "I hear very good things about your latest software

giving him

next three months I swear, it's going to be worth it in the end." She said something light, adding

said while he lifted his glass in her general direction. "I'm sure it's going to be a

Claire said, touching their glasses each in

to Michael, and the smile tightened. "Mic, can I see

away from the group. "What is it?" he said, the tiniest curve coming

he needs to leave early, so he's heading home.

looking around as if expecting to see his son somewhere. "Is he alright?" he asked.

wear off. It really was a long night." Michael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll check on him later. Thanks for letting me know, Claire.