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.

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

again, longer this time, rubbing her temples. "That's what I hope for," she replied quietly, staring out

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

they pulled up in front of the sleek, towering building. The moment the car stopped, Claire didn't

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

wall, eyes narrowed at the floor. Claire, still fuming, had her arms crossed tightly. Adrian stood between them, his hands in his pockets, pretending not to notice the silent

as the doors slid

she stomped out of

without a word, making

and stop her Claire

hell was that interruption

back down. He was just as angry. "I have no idea," he said, his tone matching hers. "I don't

in suspicion. "And who would pay that woman to pull a stunt

eyebrow. "Maybe it's one of your enemies," he shot back. "Like the one who

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with you?"

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locked onto his,

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