New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex)
Chapter 49

Chapter 49 You are unbelievable!

Alex eyes trained on Claire. His gaze

e are filled with interest and curiosity.

She was engaged in conversation with a man whom Mr. Saint Laurent had introduced earlier, and Alex's curiosity piqued.

His eyes perked up slightly, but there was also a furrow in his brow as he watched Claire and the man take a seat together. He couldn't quite pinpoint why but seeing them together irked him slightly.

The background music shifted to a slower tempo, setting a more romantic ambiance.

As Alex observed, something mischievous flickered in his mind. He turned to his friend Christian, leaning in to speak quietly over the

music.

"I will be right back," Alex announced, though he didn't elaborate on his sudden departure.

Christian raised an eyebrow, curious but used to Alex's spontaneous nature.

Before Christian could inquire further, Alex had already slipped away from their table, his eyes fixed on Claire and her companion.

His plan was to interrupt their conversation or maybe even pull a prank. However, just as Alex was about to put his plan into action, a voice called out his name, causing him to pause mid-step. It was Mr. Waller, the businessman who owned the furniture shopping brand with which Alex had a long-standing partnership for all the Harris hotels

"Alex, there you are! I've been wanting to catch up with you," Mr. Walker said warmly as he approached, his presence commanding Alex's attention

Torn between his professional etiquette and his desire to pull a prank, Alex found himself in a dilemma. He couldn't simply ignore Mr. Walker, as it would be disrespectful given their business relationship.

"Mr. Walker, good to see you," Alex greeted him with a smile, albeit a slightly distracted one.

ur new hotel in Las

Mr. Walker continued, unaware of Alex's internal struggle. "I wanted to ask you about the furniture regarding your Vegas."

"Oh yeah, of course, Mr. Walker."

Ignoring the plan he had in mind, he decided that business comes first. He can take care of Claire another time.

"You can dance right?"

Meanwhile on the dance floor, Adrian ask Claire for a dance.

Claire chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, I won't step on your feet.

The ballroom glowed with soft light, casting a warm ambiance over the dancing couples. Claire and Adrian gracefully waltzed to the rhythm of the music; their steps synchronized as they engaged in light conversation. Not one for small talk, Claire found herself thinking of a topic to talk. On the other hand, Adrian was good starting a conversation.

"My grandpa spoke highly of you," Adrian mentioned.

Claire smiled warmly. "Your grandpa is such a sweet man. I've always enjoyed our conversations."

Adrian nodded, a fond expression crossing his features. "It's in his nature to appreciate good company."

Their conversation naturally shifted towards business, a topic both were familiar with. Adrian's curiosity piqued as he asked about Claire's ventures in the business world.

"So, which field of business do you venture into?" Adrian inquired, his Interest evident.

Claire's eyes lit up as she replied, "I'm in the technology and software industry."

Adrian raised an eyebrow in pleasant surprise. "Impressive. I wouldn't have expected that from you."

Claire tilted her head, curious about Adrian's statement. "Oh? Why is that?"

Adrian quickly clarified, "Oh, I don't mean to underestimate you or anything. It's just that one might expect businesses with less risk, like fashion or makeup. women to lean towards

Claire chuckled softly. "I understand. But I have always had a passion for technology and creating something innovative. Computer and technology are my strengths " Adrian nodded, acknowledging her point. "I see. And what is the name of your company?"

Claire replied confidently, "Metacortex Corporation.

Adrian's expression shifted to one of surprise and admiration. "Metacortex? We use Cortex for our software. Your company's work is impressive,

Claire smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I'm glad to hear that."

Curiosity now turned towards Adrian as Claire inquired about his own ventures.

"So, do you work in your grandfather's company?" Claire asked, intrigued by Adrian's background in the business world.

Adrian shook his head with a smile. "That's the common assumption, but it's not the case. I've built my own company, with my grandfather's support, of course."

Claire's interest was piqued. "Oh? What kind of company is it, and where is it based?"

Adrian leaned in slightly, a playful glint in his eyes, "I own a club, actually. It's based in America, which it's been my focus." Claire's eyebrows raised in surprise, "A club? That's unexpected, coming from the grandson of Saint Laurent."

Adrian chuckled at Claire's reaction. "Yes, it's quite different from what people might expect."

Claire's smick hinted at her curiosity. "What kind of club is it, then?"

Adrian grin widened. "Hmm...I think you should go and replace out yourself"

Claire tilted her head slightly with a playful look plastered on her face. "Maybe I will."

The soft melody of the song came to an end, and Claire smiled graciously at Adrian, her dance partner for the evening. "Thank you for the lovely dance, Adrian. It was a pleasure," she said.

Adrian returned her smile, equally pleased with their dance. "Likewise, Claire. I must say, our conversation was just as delightful." Claire couldn't help but feel delighted as they said their goodbyes. It had been a fun evening filled with good company and lively music. She smiled brightly as she made her way through the crowd.

Unfortunately, her

moment was cut short when she heard Alex's voice behind her, cold and demanding

"How do you low Mr. Saint Laurent?" he demanded, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"she

Claire turned to face him, maintaining her composure despite his chilly demeanor. "I know a lot of people, Alex," she replied smoothly, her tone neutral

Alex's gaze intensified, his voice dripping

ing with sarcasm. "Ah, of course. You always do,"

Claire's brows furrowed slightly at his tone, but she kept her expression controlled. Before she could respond, Alex continued, his words cutting like ice. "Found yourself a new toy att

after the one I saw you dancing with at the club?"

Claire's eyes flared with anger as the accusation lingered in the air. "That's no you forgetting that?" she retorted, her voice firm.

none of your business, Alex, After all we are divorced, are

"Oh, don't worry. I will never forget about our divorced. I'm just amaze how fast you can move form one man to another."

Claire scoffed. "You're one to talk, Alex."

Alex seemed unfazed by her response, stepping closer to her with a cold smirk. "Maybe you should consider marrying the man, wait three years, and then divorce him. And who knows maybe you will get his inheritance." Claire's jaw clenched, the sting of his words hitting her hard. "You are unbelievable!" she muttered, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

But before she could argue further, Alex leaned in closer, his voice now a low whisper. "Keep that calm composure, Claire. After all, you have an image to uphold," he taunted, his words laced with sarcasm

With that, Alex turned and walked away, leaving Claire seething with anger and frustration. She watched his retreating figure, her glare feeling like arrows aimed at his back

"Asshole."

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