New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 343 Harris Mistreatment?

The journalist's eyes widened, and she quickly stammered an apology before scurrying off. Claire watched her retreat with a smirk.

"Thanks for that," she said, turning back to Adrian.

He shrugged. "Someone had to do it. You were about to snap."

"You're not wrong," Claire admitted, taking a sip of water. "Journalists are like mosquitoes these days. One video goes up, and suddenly, they're all swarming."

Adrian lounged back in his chair, folding his arms with a curious smirk. "Alright, Claire, tell. How'd you figure out who that woman was? You know, the one who totally crashed your Q&A at the press release? She had that ridiculous cocktail hat, so I couldn't make out her face at all."

"Alexander was the one who told me about it. It wasn't easy for me when I tried to dig in who was the mysterious guest. Turns out, Alexander was the one who had deals with her. I can't afford my robot project to get tainted since I am thinking of expanding it." Adrian blinked, letting that sink in before leaning back even farther in his chair, and letting out a low whistle. "Well, of course, he was. The guy leaves some unique business digital footprints, I'll give him that."

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically. "Tell me about it. It's like everywhere you look, there's something sketchy. I just don't want my business to get dragged into whatever drama he's brewing."

Adrian leaned forward again, his tone more serious now. "Look, Claire, you need to be careful dealing with Alexander. If you don't want your business contaminated by his mess, tread lightly. That guy... he's always two steps ahead, two steps ahead for trouble." Claire nodded, grateful for the reminder. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks for the heads-up, Adrian."

Meanwhile, back at Harris Company, Christian stormed into Alexander's office, not even bothering to knock. His expression was tense, all business. "We have a problem," he announced, his voice tight with urgency.

Alexander, who had been going over paperwork, frowned and looked up. "What kind of problem?"

Christian didn't waste any time. "I just got a call from the hotel director. There's been a sudden cut in the wine shipment. A big one."

Alexander shot to his feet, slamming his hand on the desk. "That's impossible. We had everything locked in for months!"

Christian gave him a pointed look. "Who's the supplier?"

He didn't answer right away, his jaw clenched as he processed the situation. Then, with a scowl that could burn a hole

was already grabbing his phone off the desk, dialing furiously. He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for a connection. "Come on, pick up," he muttered under his breath. But no such luck-it

this time barking orders to the person on the other end. "I need you to find Claudia Wright. Now.

tracking down Claudia. Christian, still

elsewhere, locked on one thing, Claudia. He had no

her face pale and her hands shaking slightly. "Mr. Harris... you need to see

urgency in her voice. She quickly stepped forward, handing Alexander an iPad

is it?" Alexander asked

if you see it for

the screen flickered to life. It was a video-grainy, but clear enough to show his unmistakable figure. There he was, in his office, from what

dropped. "Where did this come from?" he muttered, his eyes glued to

secretary swallowed nervously. "It just started circulating online... I-I don't

shoulder, let out a low sigh. "Damn. Who

mind raced. He could almost hear the ticking clock counting

reached the wrong et

it

Roel

his fists, his mind

fingerprints all over

he muttered, more to himself

in the loop, leaned closer.

the pieces slowly falling into place. "She's been playing me. That wine shipment? Her. This video? I wouldn't be surprised if she leaked it too." Christian gave a low whistle. "Man, she's good. But why go through

Alexander scoffed, pacing now.

been