New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 291 Saint Laurent Jewelry Auction

Alexander paced back and forth in his penthouse; his phone glued to his ear. His fingers drummed impatiently on the window frame as he stared out at the city lights below. The irritation in his voice could've been felt through the phone. "Have you found Lisa yet?" he snapped, voice laced with frustration.

On the other end, his bodyguard, Jake, sounded far less sure of himself. "Uh, no, sir. We're still looking. We've checked all the usual places, but-"

"You've been watching the surveillance cameras, and you still can't find her? How is that even possible?" Alexander cut him off, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stave off the headache that was creeping in.

"We're doing our best, Mr. Harris," the bodyguard replied quickly, his voice apologetic. "We'll work harder, I promise. We'll find her soon."

Alexander let out a low growl of annoyance. "I don't want 'soon,'. I want now. Find her, ASAP, or I'll" He stopped himself, knowing he was being unreasonable, but stress was making him snap. With a sigh, he shook his head, "Just find her, okay?" "Yes, sir," Jake said hurriedly.

Without another word, Alexander hung up and pocketed his phone with a sharp motion. He glared at his reflection in the mirror, his frustration still simmering under the surface. He reached for the silk butterfly tie he'd been trying to knot for the last ten minutes, but his fingers fumbled again, making him yank it off with a growl.

"Screw this," he muttered to himself, tossing the tie onto the dresser. He grabbed a plain black tie instead and managed to knot it perfectly on the first try, though it didn't make him feel any better. Staring at his reflection, he ran a hand through his dark hair and muttered under his breath.

"This stupid auction," he grumbled, adjusting his jacket. "Why am I even going to this thing? Saint Laurent jewelry?"

He could skip it, but something - or rather someone - was pulling him there tonight. Claire. The thought of her attending the auction was enough to make him want to keep an eye on her, especially after hearing Lisa words and with Lisa going M.I.A, Alexander worry that she might hurt Claire.

Meanwhile, Claire was in the back of a sleek black car, staring out the window. Her mind was far from the glittering event she was about to attend. Instead, she was still dwelling on her last conversation with Alexander. He knew who was behind Abigail's attack, and yet, he refused to tell her. The fact that he'd kept that information from her, despite her asking, gnawed at her.

"Why won't he just tell me?" she mumbled to herself, watching the city lights blur past.

Sitting next to her, Adrian glanced over. His brows furrowed in concern as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet."

of her thoughts, turning to him with a forced smile. "I'm fine,

with anything, I'm here," Adrian said softly, his

her head. "Thanks, Adrian, but I've

smile anyway. "Just know you're not alone. I'm here for

support. She nodded and smiled a little more sincerely this time. "I appreciate it. Really, I do. Thank you

her shoulder a light squeeze before pulling his

and the sounds of photographers shouting filled

five years, and the elite of the elite were all here to show off their wealth. The press

him in their sleek black limo.

her long legs

in her black, sparkly dress.

bodyguard swung the car door wide. Adrian stepped out first, standing tall as the cameras

skipping a beat, he stretched

Claire.

photographers go wild. She was used to this-both of them were. The heir of Saint Laurent, Adrian, and the CEO of

questions from behind the velvet

just another Monday for them.

the last person Claire wanted to see, stepped out. His tight smile flickered as

brow furrowed as he took in the scene. Are Claire and Adrian a thing now? he thought, his jaw tightening slightly. His stomach churned with something he didn't want to admit. Sure, he wasn't with Claire anymore, but seeing her with Adrian? Yeah, that rubbed

screamed his name too, and

Over here! Who are

nod.

sensing some drama, called out, "How about a