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.

out a heavy sigh, leaning her head back against 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, probably wishing she could be anywhere else but here. Adrian gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure there's an explanation for all of this," he said, though

time, rubbing her temples. "That's what I hope for,"

to Metacortex was painfully long. Every red light felt like an eternity, and Claire was on the verge of pulling her hair out at

building. The moment the car stopped,

face was a mirror of her frustration, and though

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.

soon as the

floor she stomped out of

without a word,

to her office. Alexander and Adrian followed, both knowing better than to try and stop her Claire shoved the door open, tossed her purse onto the couch, and

was that interruption about?"

angry. "I have no idea," he said, his tone matching hers. "I don't know that woman, and I didn't

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

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

rolling her

impossible. Did

she

obviously attacking

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was sent by my enemy, why

you?" Her eyes

sharp

locked onto his, daring

to argue.

said, narrowing her eyes, "maybe she's someone you slept