New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 339 Taking Her Down

The next morning, Alexander Harris was on a mission. He didn't want to risk giving Claire Peterson a heads-up, thinking she might avoid him if she knew he was coming. So, he headed straight to her office, walking with purpose like a man on a secret quest. When he

arrived, Sandra, Claire's friendly but sharp-eyed secretary, gave him a polite smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Harris. Are you here to see Ms. Peterson?"

Alexander nodded, and Sandra clicked a few keys on her computer. "Ms. Peterson hasn't arrived yet. She's usually having breakfast around this time."

Alexander glanced at his wristwatch. It was 9 a.m. sharp. "She's not here yet?"

Sandra smiled, almost knowingly. "Oh, Ms. Peterson likes to start her mornings with a nice long breakfast."

Of course, she does, Alexander thought.

"I'll wait," he said with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

Sandra gestured toward Claire's office door, giving him permission to head inside. Alexander walked in, taking a seat on the leather couch in the corner. Claire's office was pristine, just like the woman herself-everything in its place, not a single paper out of line. It was the kind of room that almost dared you to make a mess.

But snooping around wasn't his style-well, not when it came to Claire. So, after a few minutes of awkwardly looking around the room, he pulled out his phone and started playing a game to kill time. Thirty minutes passed. Claire still hadn't shown up, and Alexander was getting restless, bouncing between frustration and wondering if this entire visit was a bad idea.

Finally, the door swung open with a soft click, and in walked Claire Peterson, looking surprised to see him lounging on her couch like he owned the place. She paused mid-step, her perfectly manicured hand still on the door handle. "Alexander?" she asked, frowning. "What are you doing here?"

She wasn't pleased, but Alexander had expected that. He stood up, slipped his phone back into his pocket, and smoothed down his suit. "I need to talk to you."

Claire raised a perfectly arched brow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? And you couldn't have just called?"

not a

arms, tapping her foot as if she had somewhere better

found the one

her head, listening carefully. "Who is that?" she asked, her tone sharp, but there was

waiting for the moment to

trying to put the pieces together. Then, her eyes narrowed. "Claudia?

"The one and only."

"Oh, this has to be some kind of joke. Why are you playing me a recording

"I know you wanted the whole Claudia situation to be over with, and trust me, so do

the only thing could think of, Claire." He gestured toward the phone, giving her a look that said he was just as frustrated as she was. "I recorded the

frowned and motioned to

and once again, Claudia's voice rang through the room. This time, Claire listened more intently, her brow furrowing at the mention of a 40% profit. As the recording went

over her chest, her face twisting into a

a skeptical eyebrow

the back of his head,

a recording where she's talking about some

focus on that. The point is, Claudia doesn't want to clarify anything, so we might as well upload this

at him, her lips pursed. She let his deflection slide for now. She had bigger things to worry about. Uploading a voice recording of Claudia

she just clear the air?" Claire asked, more to herself than

Claudia never does anything unless there's something in it for her. That's just

brain working overtime as she tried to piece together the situation.

anything. Probably something ridiculous and over the

a split second. "You make her sound like

scoffed. "Trust me,