New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 308 Green Clover

The crowd roared as the horses took off, a blur of colors and powerful muscles racing down the track. The commentator's voice boomed through the speakers, "And they're off! Number three and number five are neck and neck, folks! It's a tight race!" Edward leaned forward, his eyes glued to the track. He almost spilled his champagne in excitement as he watched Silver Arrow, number seven, galloping fiercely beside number three. "Come on, Silver Arrow!" he shouted, completely lost in the thrill of the moment. Adrian chuckled next to him. "Looks like you picked a good one, Ed. But I don't know, number three's looking pretty strong too."

"Ah, no way! Silver Arrow got this," Edward insisted. But before they could continue their debate, number seven surged ahead, surprising everyone.

"Whoa! Where did number seven come from?" Henry exclaimed, his eyes widening. "That horse just shot out of nowhere!"

Claire, standing a few feet away, chuckled as she watched the race unfold. "Now I see why they call it Midnight Thunder!" she said, pointing to the screen. "That horse is like lightning!"

Edward glanced over at her, still a bit flustered from earlier. "Yeah, yeah, but Silver Arrow is still ahead!" He turned back to the race just as number six suddenly made a surprising move, darting past the others.

"Oh my gosh, did you see that? Number six just took the lead!" Claire shouted, clapping her hands in excitement. "Go, number six!"

Henry, on his other side, clapped Edward on the back. "Looks like your Midnight Thunder's about to get struck by a storm," he teased. Edward shot him a look. "Not helping, Henry."

The crowd was buzzing, everyone on the edge of their seats as the horses thundered down the final stretch. Edward's heart pounded as he watched Silver Arrow struggle to catch up. "Come on, don't let me down!" he muttered. The horses flew past the finish line, the results flashing up on the screen. Number three had zoomed in at the last second, snatching the win.

"Yes! What a finish!" Adrian yelled, pumping his fist in the air.

Claire laughed, her face lighting up with joy. She couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun and not thinking about work or even Lisa.

Edward, on the other hand, was pouting. "No way... Silver Arrow was supposed to win!" He slumped against the railing, looking like a disappointed kid.

Claire turned to him with a teasing smile. "I told you number six was going to surprise everyone. You should've listened to me."

Edward shot her a mock glare. "Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don't you? Now I'm never getting that Ferrari F40."

Adrian, who had been quietly watching, chuckled. "You and your cars. I swear, Ed, you'd trade your soul for a Ferrari."

"Oh, come on, Ed! Is not like you don't have money to buy the car on your own. You're just using this as an excuse." Edward sighed dramatically.

snorted. "Too late, he already did. Look

threw his hands up. "I'm not

"Emotionally invested?" Claire laughed

a dramatic finger at her. "You don't understand, Claire.

turned to

a feeling, you know? Sometimes you've got to

still sulking, staring at his empty glass. "I can't

ask, "How can you act like this in public? Especially when you're a prince?" Edward looked at her,

at him, still chuckling. "You know, pouting and complaining like a kid. Aren't

waved a hand

becoming king are basically zero. The cameras won't focus on me. They've got more important people to follow-like the king, queen,

of champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one gulp. "Besides, I can't even imagine being king. Too much work and no time for fun." He shuddered dramatically, making Claire laugh again.

come on,

up with curiosity. "Oh, this

life seemed to have slipped back into its usual rhythm, or at least as close as it could get. Claire was focused, determined, and knee-deep in paperwork, trying to get the

to make sure she's

for good,"

Lisa had been laying low ever since he

a

both a relief

bit suspicious.

through the phone as Claire shuffled the last few

she asked, pinching the bridge of

police station to file

shot up. "She did