New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 472 Hosting the Christmas Party

Claire sat at her desk, fingers tapping restlessly against the polished wood. The soft hum of her office seemed unusually loud as she stared blankly at her phone. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation she'd just had with Mr. Saint Laurent.

"A

Christmas party, Claire. It's time."

His voice, full of warmth and gentle authority, echoed in her mind. He'd always spoken to her like she was a part of the family, which made the call all the more difficult to process.

"But why me?" she had asked, trying to keep the disbelief out of her tone.

"Because it's been three years, dear," he had replied kindly. "You disappeared for too long. It's time for the world - for your peers to know that Claire Peterson is back. Hosting this party will show everyone that you are still a force to be reckoned with."

She leaned back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose. The weight of his words pressed on her shoulders, and no matter how many times she tried to reject the idea, he had countered with an unshakeable faith in her.

Earlier That Morning

The phone call had come just as she was reviewing some reports. Sandra had barely announced it before she picked up, curiosity piqued. Mr. Saint Laurent didn't often call her directly.

"Good morning, Claire," his voice had rumbled warmly.

"Good morning, Mr. Saint Laurent," she greeted politely, though she felt a twinge of apprehension.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your morning but I won't take your time for too long. So, the reason why I called you is that I want you to host this year's Christmas party," he said, his tone gentle but resolute.

The air seemed to thin around her. She blinked, certain she had misheard. "I'm sorry, did you say me hosting the party?"

"Yes," he affirmed. "It's been too long since you've hosted anything. You've been back for months, and yet the world still doesn't know that Claire Peterson has returned. I think it's time to change that."

"Mr. Saint Laurent, I appreciate the sentiment, but I can't." She sighed, her fingers tightening around the edge of her desk. "I'm swamped with work. There's too much going on right now, and-"

"I know you can do it," he interrupted gently. "You've always managed to balance the impossible. This is important, Claire. You need to remind everyone of who you are. And more importantly, you need to remind yourself."

"Isn't my appearance is not enough?" Claire asks, slightly frowning.

just feel like people doesn't know about you more and I hate the fact that some people look down on you just because you are a woman. That isn't what it's supposed to be. They need to respect you Claire and know

coma, his absence gnawing at the edges of her mind. "I don't know if I can, Mr. Saint Laurent. Matthew always handled these things with

not alone. We'll all be here to support you. You've never needed anyone to stand in

unwavering, and the warmth in his tone made her heart ache. She struggled to keep her

softly. "This is an opportunity to show the world that Claire Peterson is still standing tall. You owe it

Claire had sat in stunned silence, the

of Matthew was a persistent ghost. They had planned so many of these events together, his insight and wit balancing her precision. The

phone buzzed, breaking her from her thoughts.

before picking up. "Hey," she said, trying to keep

with concern. "I just found out what my grandfather asked you to do. Claire, I'm so sorry. He shouldn't have put you in that

okay, Adrian. He meant

you shouldn't have to do this if you don't want

leaned back

her eyes. "It's

It's just... Matthew

e. It

things with

wrong to do

pause on the line. "I understand," Adrian said finally. "But you don't have

it. "You're busy enough as it

but gentle. "You don't have to handle everything alone. I want to help. Let me

sighed, a mix of frustration and gratitude welling up

an answer," he cut in. "This isn't just about the party. It's about

me be strong for

time."

en

words chipped away at the barriers she kept so carefully

slightly. "You're relentless,

told," he replied with a chuckle.

onto her lips.

evident in his voice. "We'll make this the best damn Christmas party anyone's

"Let's not get ahead of