New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 495 Relative? Claire maintained her poised demeanor, the corners of her lips lifting in a polite, camera-ready smile as she acknowledged the guests who stopped by to compliment the hotel. Alexander stood beside her, ever the charismatic host, shaking hands and engaging in effortless conversation. His charming smile had its usual effect, leaving some of the guests momentarily dazzled.

"You've truly outdone yourself, Alexander," one of the guests praised, lifting a glass of champagne in appreciation. "And I must say, you made a wise decision choosing Claire Peterson as your partner. The execution of this concept is remarkable."

Alexander accepted the compliment with a smooth nod. "Well, Claire's expertise speaks for itself. We both wanted something different from the usual luxury experience, and I believe we've achieved that." "Indeed!" another guest chimed in. "A smart hotel that doesn't feel cold or too futuristic-it's welcoming, elegant, and sophisticated. Brilliant!"

Claire chuckled softly as she sipped her champagne, playing her part in the conversation while suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at Alexander's effortless charm. The moment the guests stepped away, she leaned slightly toward him, her voice low but her expression still fixed in an impeccable social smile.

"How long do I have to keep this up?" she murmured.

Alexander arched a brow in amusement, though he didn't let it show too obviously. "As long as it takes," he responded smoothly.

Claire sighed dramatically but composed herself as another group approached. She continued engaging with the guests before finally excusing herself to go to the bathroom. The moment she stepped away from the main area, she relished the brief solitude. However, before she could make her way to the restroom, something unusual caught her attention. A large crowd had formed near the other side of the room, murmurs and whispers filling the space.

Curiosity piqued, Claire hesitated, her brows knitting together in confusion. The event had just begun- what could possibly be causing such a stir?

As she took a step toward the gathering, a hand lightly brushed against her elbow, stopping her mid-step. A voice followed.

"Ms. Peterson, I have no idea you have a relative. He has quite the humor I say." The guest says with a bright smile seemingly oblivious with the situation.

Claire stiffened.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as an uneasy sensation crept up her spine. No. No, this couldn't be happening. She turned her head slightly, her breath hitching as she followed the voice to its source. Andre.

Her stomach twisted, and her blood ran cold. How? How did he get in here? More importantly, why was he here? The tight security should have prevented this. Just like at the banquet... was this some kind of sick game he was playing? Showing up uninvited, forcing himself into her world, again and again? Before she could react, before she could make sense of the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind, Andre's gaze met hers. And then, he smiled.

and warm, as if they were long-lost siblings happily reunited. The

pressed down on her. She forced a neutral expression, masking the sheer panic rising within her. She couldn't afford to make a scene. Not here. Not in

even,

glass of champagne in one hand. He looked like he belonged here dressed sharply, his

been a while," he said, stopping just a few steps away from her. "You didn't tell me you were throwing such a grand event. I

jaw.

by her cold reception. "Well, you know me. I don't

by the unexpected interaction. Some exchanged curious glances, clearly wondering about

sharp eyes flickered

took his hand and shook it

of interest in Alexander's expression. "Relative?" he echoed, his tone neutral

smirked slightly. "Yes, though we haven't had the chance to catch up properly, have we, Claire?" He turned

smug expression off his face.

them before finally releasing his grip on Andre's hand. "Well, it seems like this is a family matter. I'll give you

away,

them. The guests slowly lost interest, returning to their conversations and drinks, though some still stole glances, eager for

exhaled slowly and turned to Andre, her voice a sharp whisper. "What the hell are you doing here?" Andre took a leisurely sip of his champagne before responding.

success."

eyes. "Bullshit.

should know by now that

"You need to leave.

tilted his head, feigning disappointment. "Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Or is there