New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 234

Claire paused mid-typing, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as her thoughts drifted back to Talia. The fashion show fire was still fresh in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that Lisa had something to do with it. Everyone else thought it was just an accident, but Claire’s gut told her otherwise. It didn’t help that this was Talia’s big debut in the fashion industry, and now everything had gone up in smoke—literally. She wanted to do something for Talia, something that would help her bounce back.

But what?

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Adrian strolled in, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and a smile that could melt ice. “Hey,” he greeted.

Claire stood up, shooting him a smile. “Adrian, what are you doing here?”

He shot her a playful grin as he handed over the coffee. “Wanted to see you. Thought you might need a little pick-me-up.”

They both moved to the couch, Claire cradling the coffee like it was a precious gift. “Thanks,” she said, crossing her legs as she studied him. “But really, why are you here?”

Adrian’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. “I saw the news about the fire at the fashion show. Are you okay?”

Claire took a sip of the coffee, savoring the warmth before responding. “I’m fine. Just a scratch, really.”

Adrian’s frown deepened. “How did it happen?”

Claire’s expression turned serious. “The ceiling lights came loose and got electrified. That’s where the fire started.”

Adrian frowned, his brows knitting together. “Ceiling lights don’t just fall like that,” he said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

“Exactly,” Claire agreed, nodding. “Something doesn’t add up.”

“Did the police find anything?” Adrian asked.

Claire shrugged, leaning back into the couch. “I don’t know. They’re still investigating. I did my own digging, but I haven’t found much. All the surveillance footage was destroyed in the fire.”

Adrian let out a low whistle. “That’s going to make things tough,” he said. “No cameras, no witnesses…even if there were witnesses, they might be too scared to talk.”

Claire nodded, her mind racing. “It’s frustrating,” she admitted.

Adrian studied her for a moment, then asked, “Do you suspect anyone?”

Claire raised an eyebrow at the sudden question. “Why do you ask?” she countered, curious.

Adrian’s expression hardened. “Because whoever did this needs to be dealt with,” he said firmly. “They can’t get away with it.”

Claire bit her lip, thinking. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, especially when her main suspect was Lisa. It was still just a hunch, and without solid evidence, she couldn’t accuse anyone. “I agree,” she said carefully. “But I don't know who.”

Adrian tilted his head, studying her with a mix of curiosity and concern. “You know, Claire, you don’t have to do everything alone. If you need help, I’m here.”

Claire chuckled softly, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. “I know. But you’ve got your own things to handle. Besides, you know me—I’m stubborn.”

Adrian laughed a genuine sound that made Claire smile. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But that’s part of what makes you… well, you.”