New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 343

The journalist’s eyes widened, and she quickly stammered an apology before scurrying off. Claire watched her retreat with a smirk.

“Thanks for that,” she said, turning back to Adrian.

He shrugged. “Someone had to do it. You were about to snap.”

“You’re not wrong,” Claire admitted, taking a sip of water. “Journalists are like mosquitoes these days. One video goes up, and suddenly, they’re all swarming.”

Adrian lounged back in his chair, folding his arms with a curious smirk. “Alright, Claire, tell. How’d you figure out who that woman was? You know, the one who totally crashed your Q&A at the press release? She had that ridiculous cocktail hat, so I couldn't make out her face at all.”

“Alexander was the one who told me about it. It wasn't easy for me when I tried to dig in who was the mysterious guest. Turns out, Alexander was the one who had deals with her. I can't afford my robot project to get tainted since I am thinking of expanding it.”

Adrian blinked, letting that sink in before leaning back even farther in his chair, and letting out a low whistle. “Well, of course, he was. The guy leaves some unique business digital footprints, I’ll give him that.”

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically. “Tell me about it. It’s like everywhere you look, there’s something sketchy. I just don’t want my business to get dragged into whatever drama he’s brewing.”

Adrian leaned forward again, his tone more serious now. “Look, Claire, you need to be careful dealing with Alexander. If you don’t want your business contaminated by his mess, tread lightly. That guy... he’s always two steps ahead, two steps ahead for trouble.”

Claire nodded, grateful for the reminder. “Yeah, you're right. Thanks for the heads-up, Adrian.”

Meanwhile, back at Harris Company, Christian stormed into Alexander’s office, not even bothering to knock. His expression was tense, all business. “We have a problem,” he announced, his voice tight with urgency.

Alexander, who had been going over paperwork, frowned and looked up. “What kind of problem?”

Christian didn’t waste any time. “I just got a call from the hotel director. There’s been a sudden cut in the wine shipment. A big one.”

Alexander shot to his feet, slamming his hand on the desk. “That’s impossible. We had everything locked in for months!”

Christian gave him a pointed look. “Who’s the supplier?”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his face a mix of frustration and realization. He didn’t answer right away, his jaw clenched as he processed the situation. Then, with a scowl that could burn a hole through the wall, he muttered, “I know exactly who’s behind this.”

Christian blinked, clearly expecting more of an answer. “And that would be...?”

But Alexander was already grabbing his phone off the desk, dialing furiously. He pressed the phone to his ear, waiting for a connection. “Come on, pick up,” he muttered under his breath. But no such luck—it went straight to voicemail.

“Damn it!” Alexander cursed, slamming the phone down. Without missing a beat, he quickly dialed another number, this time barking orders to the person on the other end. “I need you to find Claudia Wright. Now. I don’t care where she is—just do it.”

His private investigator immediately got to work, and Alexander’s focus was now solely on tracking down Claudia.

Christian, still standing there, watching the scene unfold, raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is going on, Alexander?”

But Alexander wasn’t listening. His mind was elsewhere, locked on one thing, Claudia. He had no time for explanations.

Just then, the door to his office creaked open. Alexander’s secretary peeked in, her face pale and her hands shaking slightly. “Mr. Harris... you need to see something.”

Both Alexander and Christian turned to her, sensing the urgency in her voice. She quickly stepped forward, handing Alexander an iPad with trembling fingers.

“What is it?” Alexander asked sharply.