New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 226

Claire’s eyes narrowed as she stared at her, trying to process what she was seeing.

There, in the second row, sat Lisa Thompson.

The last time Claire had laid eyes on Lisa was at the police station, of all places, bailing her out. And now, here she was, at a fashion show, of all places? Claire couldn’t shake the bad feeling that started creeping up her spine. Something about Lisa being here didn’t sit right, but Claire pushed the thought aside and focused on the stage. She was here for fashion, not Lisa.

Meanwhile, Alex was sneaking into the venue through the back door, doing his best to avoid the photographers who were eagerly snapping photos of anyone who looked important. He had his phone pressed to his ear, listening to his mother’s voice with a mix of impatience and resignation.

“Alex, darling, make sure you find something nice for me,” his mother’s voice chirped on the other end.

Alex rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with annoyance. “Mum, I could’ve hired someone to come to this fashion show for you. You know I have zero interest in women’s fashion, especially when I’ve got a mountain of work waiting for me.”

His mother didn’t have it. “Oh, hush, Alex. I wanted my son’s opinion, not some random stylist’s. Think of it as a mother-son day out, even if it’s just you there and me back at the mansion.”

Alex let out a sigh, sarcasm seeping into his reply. “Oh, sure. Nothing says quality time like me running around at a fashion show while you’re sitting comfortably at home. Can’t wait.”

“Just let me know what you pick out for me, sweetheart,” his mother said with a sweet but firm tone, clearly ignoring his sarcasm.

The call ended, and Alex slipped his phone back into his pocket, letting out another sigh. Just as he was about to figure out where he was supposed to go, a staff member approached him with a bright smile.

“Can I help you, sir?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m Alexander Harris,” he replied, trying not to sound too uninterested.

The staff member’s smile widened as recognition flashed in her eyes. “Right this way, Mr. Harris,” she said, leading him to his seat.

As Alex followed her through the venue, he couldn’t help but scan the room, taking in the crowd. His eyes landed on Claire, and he nearly did a double take. Was it just him, or did he seem to run into Claire everywhere these days? Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, it was starting to feel like fate—or some kind of cosmic joke—was at play.

Settling into his seat, Alex kept one eye on the runway and the other on Claire. She looked as poised and composed as ever. And then it hit him. Maybe this was his chance to have a conversation with Claire without Matthew hovering around. He hadn’t spotted him anywhere, and the after-party might offer the perfect opportunity to finally get her alone for a real talk.

The fashion show was in full swing, and the atmosphere was electric. The lights dimmed, and the first model made her way down the runway, her every step commanding attention. Claire, seated in the front row, was all business—well, mostly.