New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Cream soup 

Despite Claire’s rejection of interviews from several media outlets, they persistently tried to contact her over the past few days, eager for her to share mote about the unexpected collaboration with Harris Company. Frustrated, Claire instructed her secretary to reject all interview requests 

However, determined paparazzi and news interviewers continued to wait outside her company. To avoid them, Claire had been using the back door for the past few days, leaving them wondering about her presence. 

The day of the crucial meeting had arrived. Claire felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She wondered if she could actually work alongside Alex, and she suspected he might feel the same way. While waiting for Alex and his team to arrive, Claire double–checked the files and presentation: everything was incider When the Harris Company team entered the meeting room, Claire scanned the faces but couldn’t see Alex among them, Instead, Christian was there. Claire raised her eyebrows and scoffed lightly, wondering why Alex would miss such an important meeting 

Was he embarrassed about the phone call from the other day? 

Christian approached her with a smile. “Alexander won’t be attending,” he said. 

Clace shrugged. “That’s fine. What matters is that the meeting goes on,” she replied briskly. 

The meeting started and lasted for two hours. Christian was impressed with the Cortex 20 presentation that Claire had meticulously prepared. He knew alex would appreciate it too. They went into detailed discussions about the design, ensuring everything was perfect. 

As the meeting concluded, Christian approached Claire and complimented her. “That was an excellent presentation, Claire. I think this collaboration will be very successful.” 

“Thank you, Christian,” Claire replied, froling a sense of accomplishment. “I’m glad you lilard it.‘ 

As Christian was about to delve deeper into the conversation, his phone rang, the glanced at the screen and saw it was Alex calling, Answering the call, he heard Alex’s voice sounding weak and congested. 

“Hey, Christian,” Alex croaked. “I need a favor. Can you get me some cream soup and bring the documents I left on my desk?” 

Christian frowned, puzzled “You want what now?” 

Alex sighed heavily. “Cream soup, I’m sick, and I can barely move. My head is pounding, and I can’t stop this flu.” 

“I heard you the first time, Alex. I just didn’t expect you to ask me for that.” 

“I trally need it. I can’t get out of bed.” 

Christian felt a pang of sympathy for his friend. “Alright, alright,” he said, grumbling slightly. “I will get your soup and bring the documents.” 

“Thanks, man,” Ales said, relief evident in his voice. “I owe you one.” 

Claire cased her brows in curiosity. “Who was that?” she asked. 

Christian ended the call and tumed to Claire. “It was Alex. He’s got a cold, and he wants me to buy him cream soup and bring this document to him,” he said, lifting 

the document in hishand 

Claire nodded. “Good luck with Alex,” she said, heading back to her office. 

As she sat in her chair, memories of the past flooded her mind. She remembered how she used to make cream soup for Alex whenever he was sick, only for him to reject it, saying it tasted disgusting And now he wanted it? Claire shook her head in disbelief. 

She leaned back, staring at the celling, reflecting on the irony Alexhad always been so difficult, yet here he was, craving the very thing he had once dismissed. It. was a strange twist of fate, and it made her wonder if people really could change, or if nostalgia simply made them yearn for what they once had. 

“You’re an idiot, Alex” Claire muttered to herself. 

Meanwhile, Christian arrived at Alex’s place, soup and documents in hand. Alex was sprawled on the couch, looking miserable. 

“Here,” Christian said, handing him the soup. 

Alex took the soup with a weak smile. “Thanks, Christian, I appreciate It.” 

“I don’t know why you wanted this so badly.” 

Alex sighed. “Claire used to made this for me whenever I am sick, and I used to hate it telling her it’s disgusting” 

Christian turned to him with a look of confusion. “Then what changed? What made you want that disgusting soup you said?” 

He shrugged, taking a sip of the soup. “I don’t know. Maybe just miss the care that came with it.” 

Christian sighed as he doesn’t know what to respond so he change the subject. “How’s the disgusting soup?” he teased Alex. 

“Eh, is not as good as Claire but it’s suffice. 

“Anyway, the meeting with Metacortex went well,” he began, watching Alex for a reaction. Claire showed the team Cortex2.0,” Alex nodded, talóng a sip of his soup. “That’s good to hear,” he replied, his voice steady. 

Christian continued, “We also discussed the details of the hotel project. The only thing left is to contact the interior designer and observe the development of Haris Hotel in Veras.” 

Alex placed his bowl on the coffee table, nodding again. “Sounds like a solid plan,” he said. “I’ll arrange the visit to Vegas once I’m feeling better.” Meanwhile, Frank sat in his office, a frown creasing his forehead. The latest news article about Harris Hotel and Metacortes collaboration was displayed on his Computer screen 

is picture, posted just two hours ago, showed Harris team entering the Metacotex building. Frank couldn’t believe how quickly Metacontes had moved and secures 

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aded with mach a high–profile company. 

He muted to himself, frustration evident in his voice. “Venus should be the one working with them, not Metacortex.” Despite his partnership with HIP, he could deny the exposure and prestige that came from working with Harris’s company.