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.

upset. Her eyes were fixed on the roof of the car, probably

what I

eternity, and Claire was on the verge

of the sleek, towering building. The moment the car stopped, Claire didn't wait-she practically jumped out of the backseat and stormed toward the

the elevator, Claire spotted Alexander standing there, arms crossed, waiting. His face was a mirror of her frustration, and though neither

say the least. Alexander leaned back against the wall, eyes narrowed at the

the doors slid

stomped out

a word,

Claire shoved the door open, tossed

that interruption about?"

said, his tone matching hers. "I don't know that woman, and I didn't set this up. Someone must've paid

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

your enemies," he shot back. "Like the one who hit you on the head a few

scoffed, rolling

impossible. Did

she talked earlier?

attacking you,

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If she was sent by my enemy, why would she tell me

you?" Her eyes

sharp

onto

to argue.

was silent, thinking it over. But before 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 glared at her, his jaw tightening. "I would never do that," he growled. "Don't accuse me of