New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 380 Breaking News

Alexander lay in his massive, king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling. It was one of those frustrating nights where sleep just refused to come. He rolled over and glanced at the clock-3 AM. Great. His mind wouldn't shut off, and he knew exactly why. Claire.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. No matter how much time had passed, no matter how many times he tried to distract himself, she kept sneaking back into his thoughts. Was there a chance they could reconcile? Or was it too late?

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, knowing full well that Claire wasn't the kind of person who forgave easily. Especially not after everything that had happened.

Annoyed with himself for even entertaining the idea, he got out of bed. Sleep clearly wasn't happening, so he might as well do something productive. He headed to the kitchen, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible from his penthouse high above the streets. Grabbing a mug, he poured himself some coffee-black, just the way he liked it.

He made his way to his study, pushing the door open with his shoulder. The space was immaculate, filled with expensive furniture, shelves lined with books he never had the time to read, and the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows. Alexander flicked on the TV, letting it play quietly in the background. He hated silence. It always made him think too much.

Sitting down at his desk, he took a sip of his coffee, the bitterness snapping him back into focus. Time to get to work. He opened his laptop, his fingers immediately tapping away on the keys. He had some meetings to schedule with investors for his hotel. There was always something that needed his attention, something to keep his mind occupied and away from Claire.

Hours passed, the coffee in his mug long gone and his eyes growing heavy, when suddenly, something on the TV caught his attention. He paused, his fingers freezing mid-type as he turned toward the screen. The newscaster was talking about a car explosion. Alexander wasn't really listening until he heard a name that made his blood run cold.

"Adrian Saint Laurent."

He frowned, his heart skipping a beat. The footage on the screen showed a charred car, still smoldering as police swarmed the scene, investigating.

"Breaking news: a car belonging to Adrian Saint Laurent, grandson of one of the wealthiest men in the world, Mr. Laurent himself, was found in flames late tonight..."

Alexander's hand froze over the keyboard. His gaze shot up to the TV. The image on the screen showed a car-completely charred, still smoking in the night. Police officers were walking around it, investigating the wreckage.

straighter. "What the hell?" he muttered

frown deepened as he stared at the screen, trying to

What was going on?

of the explosion. No official statements have been made yet, but sources say Adrian Saint Laurent was injured.

the inside out. The fire had been put out, but the damage was obvious. As the camera panned to the police on the scene, Alexander felt a sudden,

have been with him? The thought made his chest tighten with anger. If she had been with Adrian and gotten hurt... He clenched his jaw at

Claire's name. His finger hovered above it, hesitation creeping in. What was he going to say? Claire would never answer a call from him, not now. He cursed under his breath and

to

phone again, this time dialing a different number. His Pl. The guy was good, and more importantly, discreet. It took a few rings-probably because it was almost 4 AM-but

into something for me. Adrian Saint Laurent. There was a car explosion, and I need

Alexander could hear him shuffling out of bed. "I'll look into it," the

sat back in his chair, rubbing his temples. This wasn't how he wanted to spend the night, but something about the whole thing didn't sit

to his laptop, but the work on the screen blurred. His mind kept drifting back to Claire, to Adrian, to the damn car explosion.

the journalists swarming him, throwing questions his way. His security team tried to shield him from the barrage of cameras, but the man didn't flinch. "My grandson is fine,"

sleek black car and

was fine, what exactly would have happened? Before he could think too much about it, his phone rang again.

more awake now. "Adrian Saint Laurent was having dinner with Claire Peterson when the

the phone. "Claire was

she's fine. Only Adrian got hurt, but they haven't released any details