New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 338 Public Statement

Claudia checked her phone after the battery died, only to find five missed calls and a string of texts from Alexander. A smirk tugged at her lips. "He just can't stay away, can he?" she muttered to herself. Without hesitation, she called him back. He picked up on the first ring,

and before she could say anything, Alexander's voice cut through-sharp, serious.

"You need to make a public statement, Claudia," he said, not even bothering with a hello. "My business partner is concerned. The last thing we need is rumors swirling around your sudden reappearance. It's bad for the new project launch and definitely bad for the new hotel in Vegas."

Claudia sat on her bed, her gaze drifting to her freshly manicured nails as Alexander kept talking. His voice droned on about the importance of timing, image, and the agreement they'd come to.

"I already agreed to your ridiculous profit demand," Alexander pressed. "Now it's your turn to follow through. Clarify everything."

Claudia's lips curled into a playful grin, and she let out a small chuckle. "Oh, I'll do it," she said, her tone light and teasing, "but only if you have dinner with me."

There was a brief pause. Then came Alexander's exasperated reply, "Are you out of your mind? This is a simple request, and you're making it complicated!"

She laughed, her voice lilting. "Nothing's free in this world, Alex."

He hissed through his teeth, frustration evident. "Fine. Just-fine. Text me the details."

Claudia's smirk grew. "I'll let you know where. Be ready."

Before he could respond, she hung up. Alexander stared at the phone for a moment, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Why can't anything with her be easy?" he muttered to himself, sighing as he resigned himself to the inevitable. Two days.

He had barely gone two days without seeing her, and here he was, about to meet her again.

The French restaurant was dimly lit, the kind of place where the waitstaff spoke in low tones and everything felt refined, almost too perfect. Alexander walked in, feeling out of place in his business-casual attire. A waitress greeted him with a smile. "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

"I'm here to see Claudia Wright," he replied, his tone formal.

The waitress's smile widened knowingly. "Ah, yes. Right this way."

She led him to a table tucked away in the back, far from prying eyes and ears. Claudia was already there, sipping on a glass of red wine, her eyes glinting with mischief when they landed on him.

"Well, well, look who actually showed up," she teased, setting her glass down. "Didn't think you'd come."

down across from her. "Let's just get this over with. I don't plan on staying

tone dripping with amusement. "I barely caused a

look. "A mess? You've caused a PR

waved her hand dismissively. "People always

a word and then just popped up like nothing happened. Everyone's wondering why." Claudia arched an eyebrow. "Isn't

his temples. "No, Claudia, it's not charming. It's reckless.

wine in her glass. "Drama, huh? You make it

before he caught himself. He took a breath, lowering his tone. "Look, you know how these things work. One rumor spreads, and suddenly everything we've worked for is at risk." Claudia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "And here I thought you liked a bit of risk, Alexander. Like

mentioning that. I have already agreed with your request and

I'll handle the statement, calm the waters-whatever you need. But..." Her grin widened. "You owe me more than just dinner after this." Alexander's patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself

tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hmm...

a chance. I am not doing anything you tell me too. I have done my job and now

in her seat and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. "How

in his chair. "Fine," he said with a sigh, throwing his hands up in

hand to signal

began speaking in rapid French, ordering an elaborate meal with a nodded enthusiastically, scribbling down her

confident flair. The waiter

"Hope you don't mind, I

it's not like protesting would make a difference since you've already placed the

took a slow sip, keeping his gaze locked on

maybe we

he suggested, setting

back down.

And what should we talk about?" she

shrugged. "Maybe you could enlighten me on why you decided to ruin Claire's

eyes widened in feigned surprise. "Ruin? I didn't ruin anything," she retorted.

warn me, you could've come to my office instead of turning the event into a

waved a

know where your office is. Besides,

on