New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 344 Going to France

Alexander Harris gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as the call ended with a sharp tap. He stood frozen for a moment, staring blankly at the screen, then let out a slow breath. Christian, his assistant, who had been standing nearby the entire time, took a cautious step forward.

"Uh... where's Claudia?" Christian asked, trying to keep his voice neutral, but curiosity was written all over his face. The Claudia drama had everyone in the office on edge lately.

Alexander's jaw tightened as he turned towards Christian. "She's back in France"" he said, his voice as cold as the January wind. The words sliced through the air, leaving no room for further questions. He brushed past Christian without another glance, his long strides heading straight for the door.

"Get the jet ready," Alexander ordered his secretary on the way out. "I'm flying to France."

"Right away, Mr. Harris," the secretary responded, quickly dialing the necessary arrangements.

Christian raised an eyebrow as he hurried to keep up with Alexander's fast pace. Flying to France? This day was getting more complicated by the minute, and he couldn't help but wonder what exactly Claudia had done this time.

Meanwhile, Claire Peterson was feeling somewhat better for the first time in days. Her lunch with Adrian had gone smoothly, which was a miracle in itself, given the chaos surrounding her life lately. As they walked out of the restaurant, Claire looked more relaxed, though the tension hadn't fully left her shoulders. The constant headaches from everything spiraling out of control were still there, lurking just beneath the surface.

"Thanks for lunch, Adrian," Claire said, offering him a grateful smile as they strolled down the sidewalk. "You really didn't have to. I know you're busy."

Adrian chuckled, though there was a nervousness behind it. "Least I could do, Claire. You've been dealing with a lot lately." He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck as if searching for the right words. His heart pounded, and for a brief moment, he considered saying something he'd been holding back for a while now. But just as he opened his mouth, Claire's face clouded over.

"Adrian..." she muttered, her eyes narrowing. "Why are there so many journalists out here?"

Adrian spun around and blinked, his eyes landing on a crowd of reporters gathered outside the restaurant. A camera flashed, and one of the journalists raised a microphone.

"I have no idea," Adrian said, confusion spreading across his face. "Maybe there's a celebrity in the restaurant?"

Claire shook her head, her brows knitting together in suspicion. "This doesn't feel right.

questions being hurled at her left

immediately, her mind raced to Claudia Wright, wondering if this had something to do with the mess between her and Alexander. But Adrian was

get you out of here," Adrian said softly, helping Claire into her car while shielding her from the reporters. Claire didn't resist,

to close the door, one of the journalists yelled something that made Claire freeze in her seat. "What do you think about Alexander Harris trending for

leaning out of the car

a video of him treating his employees poorly. It's blowing

video?" she asked, though she wasn't sure

but Adrian shot her a stern look and stepped in. "Claire, get in the car," he said gently but firmly. "You don't need

still racing, and sank back into her seat. Adrian closed the door behind her and waved the driver on.

social media. Her pulse quickened as she scrolled through the trending

an office, his expression hard and voice raised as he scolded one of his employees. The scene looked heated-uncomfortable. The timestamp showed it was from a couple of years ago, but that didn't seem to matter. People were outraged. Comments flooded in, condemning Alexander's behavior,

Who had dug it up, and for what reason? She couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't

her arms in frustration as she stared out the window. The sun was out, casting bright rays across the city, but she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She looked at the driver and sighed. "Take me to Harris

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were off, weaving through the traffic. As they neared Harris Company, her mood soured even further. There was a small crowd of journalists. clustered outside the entrance, cameras ready, and microphones at hand. She

those vultures right now," Claire muttered,

driver didn't need to

twice. He smoothly changed

the chaos outside Harris Company. Claire groaned, frustrated. She needed answers, and fast, Pulling out her phone, she dialed Alexander's number trang. And rang. And rang. Straight to

always quick to pick up, always on top of everything. Why now,

scrolled through her contacts and called Christian. He picked up

a little tense.

she already had a bad feeling. "Christian, what the

or at least ruin his reputation. A video of him yelling at an employee from a

her temples, her frown deepening. "Okay, but why now? And who's