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?"

say it's not a conversation over the

foot as if she had somewhere better to be. "Well, you've got

any time, Alexander reached for his phone, scrolling through his recent recordings. He found the one from last night and hit play. A voice-feminine,

her head, listening carefully. "Who is that?" she asked, her

her, waiting for the moment to hit.

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

"The one and only."

some kind of joke. Why are you playing me a recording

the phone down but keeping it in his hand. "I know you wanted the whole Claudia situation to be over with, and trust me, so

exactly... cooperative. Instead of helping, she started asking me to do things I'm definitely not comfortable with. This was the only thing could think of, Claire." He gestured toward the phone, giving her a look that said he was just

to his

This time, Claire listened more intently, her brow furrowing at the mention of a 40% profit. As the recording went on, she straightened up, her eyes widening slightly at Claudia's comment about having no

Claire crossed her arms over her chest, her face twisting into a

Claudia's had a beef with you from the start, huh?" Claire asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Alexander. "And what's this

his head, avoiding her gaze. "Uh...

important?" Claire shot him a narrow-eyed glare. "You just played me a recording where she's talking about some deal with you, and

focus on that. The point is, Claudia doesn't want

worry about. Uploading a voice recording of Claudia without her consent was

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

something in it

working overtime as she tried to piece together the situation. "What does she

anything. Probably something ridiculous and over the top. She's also... well,

an eyebrow, amused for a split second. "You make her

me,