New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 293 Kidnapping Claire

Claire.

Claire clapped her hand, and forced a smile as she watched Alexander Harris descend the stage. He'd just won the final bid-a jaw-dropping $200 million for a piece of jewelry, the famed Saint Laurent necklace. The amount was absurd, even to someone as wealthy as Sure, she had plenty of money, but even she wasn't foolish enough to spend that much on a piece of jewelry.

Claire's mood had sunk like a stone, but her face stayed calm and collected. She was good at that-hiding what she really felt behind a mask of ease. The other guests rushed to congratulate Alexander as he passed by their tables, and when he reached hers, Claire stood, her fake smile perfectly in place.

"Congratulations, Alexander," she said, extending her hand.

Alexander shook it, his grip firm but relaxed. "Thank you, Claire."

Behind him, Adrian approached his smile more business than pleasure. "Congrats, Alexander," he said smoothly. "I believe you will take care of it. It's been a while since someone held it."

Alexander gave a polite nod, though his face was still tense every time he talked to Adrian. "I'll take care of it."

Claire barely paid attention. Her phone buzzed in her hand, a text from Matthew: I'll be there soon.

She pocketed her phone, and Adrian excused himself. "I'm off to speak with my grandfather. I'll catch up with you two later." He gave Claire a nod before heading toward the far end of the room, leaving her alone with Alexander. Great, just what she needed.

Claire crossed her arms, glancing at Alexander. "What are you going to do with it?"

Alexander, hands stuffed into his pockets, shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it."

Claire's brow furrowed. "You spent $200 million on a necklace, and you don't know what you're going to do with it?"

his brows as if amused by her irritation. "Are you jealous

not stupid enough to

but Alexander just chuckled. He didn't seem to take anything seriously, and that only annoyed

on her heel and headed for the bar. She needed a drink,

into her, hard. The next

snapped her gaze up to see who the culprit was, and of course, it was none

was the picture of fake surprise, eyes wide as if she hadn't just deliberately spilled wine all

her calm exterior. "Use

knife, she added, "By the way, congratulations for not winning the bid.

her head, feigning indifference. "At least I

her eyes disappearing. She hated being

was going to...but none of the pieces suit my interest. The last

price. At least I spend $5 million. How about you? How much did you spend?" Claire stared at Gretta with arrogance which

need to spend money on something I don't

tell me you're scared, Gretta," Claire added with a laugh. "Afraid you'll

to her cheeks. "I think you're just saying all this to make yourself

the facts," she said with a wave of her hand as if dismissing Gretta

and made her way toward the bathroom, leaving Gretta stewing in a mix of anger and

entered the bathroom, she grabbed a tissue and started dabbing at the wine stain on her black dress. It wasn't all that visible because of the dark fabric, but she could feel it sticking to her skin, and it was driving her crazy. She sighed heavily, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "What a

from her purse, she quickly

need to come in. I'll