New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 321 Mysterious Woman

Meanwhile, Alexander was pacing behind the stage, looking completely frazzled. His secretary stood nearby, her notepad in hand, looking just as rattled.

"I need you to find out who that woman was," Alexander said sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Now."

The secretary nodded, wide-eyed, and immediately started typing furiously on her phone.

Christian, his business partner, approached from the other side of the stage, arms crossed and looking concerned. "What the hell just happened? Who was that woman?"

Alexander shot him an annoyed glance. "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking my secretary to investigate, would I?"

Christian raised an eyebrow, not convinced. "You sure this wasn't some kind of stunt? The timing was too weird."

"Believe me, I have no idea who she was. But I'm about to find out." Alexander sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen, I need you to stay here. Cover for me. Claire and I are about to have a...discussion back at her office."

Before Christian could respond, Alexander marched toward the exit. A small group of journalists had gathered by the door, but he didn't give them a second glance. He walked straight past them, ignoring their calls for comments, and got into his car, slamming the door behind him.

Back inside, Claire was just finishing up with the last of the guests when Adrian approached her. He had a calm, reassuring presence that Claire was grateful for, even though she wasn't in the mood to talk.

"I'm coming with you," Adrian said simply.

Claire is not in the mood to argue after the sudden interruption. She didn't have the energy to argue either. "Fine," she muttered, nodding as she made her way to the door.

Inside the backseat of the car, Adrian kept sneaking glances at Claire, whose face was still scrunched up with anger. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and her arms were crossed as if she was trying to keep herself from blowing up. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of the car's engine. Adrian sighed softly and turned to her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, trying not to make things worse.

the seat. "This is not how I wanted my press release to end, Adrian," she muttered, clearly still upset. Her eyes were fixed on the roof of the car,

temples. "That's what I hope for," she replied quietly, staring

felt like an eternity, and Claire was on the verge of pulling

minutes passed, each second more unbearable than the last, but finally, they pulled up in front of the sleek, towering building. The moment the car stopped, Claire didn't wait-she practically jumped out of the backseat and

the elevator, Claire spotted Alexander standing there, arms crossed, waiting. His face was a mirror of her frustration, and though neither said a word, the tension between them was thick

to Claire's office was awkward, to say the least. Alexander leaned back against the wall, eyes narrowed at the floor. Claire, still fuming, had her arms crossed tightly. Adrian stood between them, his hands in his pockets, pretending

the doors slid

stomped

without a word,

try and stop her Claire shoved the door open, tossed her purse onto the

interruption about?" she snapped,

said, his tone matching hers. "I don't know that woman, and I didn't set this

arms over her chest, her brow furrowed in suspicion. "And who would pay that woman to

one of your enemies," he shot back. "Like the one who hit you

rolling

impossible. Did you

way she

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by my enemy, why would she tell me not to make

with you?"

sharp

locked onto his, daring

to argue.

he could come up with a response, Claire took another shot at him. "Or," she said, narrowing her eyes, "maybe she's someone you slept with and then ditched the next morning?" Alexander