New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 68

The air in Mess father’s study seemedbeny with tention as soon as they were alone. Mesclosed the thou behind them, lús tallari, his desk. There was a palpable sense of sessness in the ass as Mahard looked a Mex, walling for him to sprakanı 

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Alexis expression, 18, a tense, his brons turning as bespoketim. “What was all that abou, Bad” He couldn’t he 

Michael shnurred slighth, muutamine: bis composour “intas alot what you saw, Alox” 

*rd von twited date?” Alex’s questioncame out with a mix of disbelief and wouÇİKT 

Michael met his son’s gaze steadily. “Ves, Lunited her ” 

king a seat belind 

Alex let out a stch, moning a hand through his hat in forsiratum, “Today was sopposed to be the day for ine La fotodice Lisa to you and Mus,” he pointed out, bis: tone indicating his disapponament. 

Michael nodded 1 but it wasn’t completely my talt Laskovou it uppeld talkealler but you said not mou. So, it wasn’t my tanit,‘ 

Ales pinched the bridge of basos, xing to gather his thumbs, “What’s wong with you, Dal?” His trustration was evident as be stuggled to understand his 

Michael’s expressiontumed sectors, his gazebecuing collas he spoke, “What’s wing with ine?ttooshoot about Claire being the Cut Metacontes from 

Alex was at a loss for words. He’t want his taily to find out about his past with Chile, especially not from someone be. “I… I don’t know. I was too migl upwith workand then thu and I can’t think about that.” he stammebel 

There was silence in the air as they are cousinned in their own thoughts. 

Did yourgret divorcing. Claire!” 

Alested at the motion, shaking his head. “I don’t get awshing. ‘in elieved that I could end a loveless matlagge.“ 

Michael stood up from bischzir, “Nom grandither diose claite for you, Alex. The hors she was the one 

‘s gone now, and I don’t have to stay in a 

Alex’s pron views grew cleater as his eyes nostowed. “It’s my lite, Dad, Tonlymanie Claire because of grandiathes. But he’s gon marriage that doesn’t bring me happiness” 

Michael’s gebeld abit of disappointment as he countered, “Clair is nice and ked to you, Ales. You shouldn’t dismiss het so easily,” 

“I still believe she’s hiding things forume, Alex retorted, his distrust evident in his woods. “Italy low the real claire, you’d be surprised.” 

“If only you knew the reason why your grandfather chose for you, Alex. There’s more to this story than you realize 

The conversation hong in the air, both tail and son grappling with their duttering perspectives on less past patriage 

As Claire savored her dessert. Lisa’s demeanor at the dining table was quite ditterent. She played withher dessent absentmindedly, her spoon tracing patterns on the plate as her eyes remained thedon Claire 

The wheelamised were tuming, trying to piece together the puzzle of Clalar’s laue identity. 

Claire noticed Lisa’s contemplative gare and raised her brows. “is currything alright, tau? You seems lost in thought.” 

Lisa sapped out of her reverie, her expression masking her inner turmed. “ch, everything’s fine, Claire, just enjoying the dessert,” the replied with a forced smile. Lisa’s hatred for Claire became worse especially with this information. 

Lisa couldn’t shake off the thoughts swirling in her mind. She couldn’t believe that Claire is a CED, This revelation made Lisa question everything about Claire’s past behavior and why she pretended to be poor and uneducated, and why Alexbad hidden this information to Lisa. 

She clenched her spoontightly, the resentment simming within her. It was clear to Lisa fut Claire had everything she didn’t wealth, connections, and a lifestyle that seeded unattainable to Lisa 

Herthoughts raced back to moments that now made 

trow made se, how Clare seemed familiar with high–end brands, bet acquaintance with the actress Anna, and her extravagant spending at the car action. It all pointed make sense now, 

Lisa made a mental note that she needed to approach Clase about her lies. 

She needed answers, and she wasn’t going to let this go unaddressed. Her eyes blazed with hise as she continued to observe Claire interacting with Joan, her mind racing with questions and a growing determination to seek the truth. 

“It’s not fair. “Lisa muttered under her breath 

Alex and Michael returned to the dining room, the tension palpable in Alex’s demeanJE. 

Michael then clapped his bands lightly, signaling a change of scenery. “Should we move to the living room and have a cup of tea? It will be much comfortable there.” 

Michael then directed everyser to move to the Eving room, signaling the end of the meal. As they began to follow Michael’s lead, Alex reached out and held Claire’s elbow, his expression cold and determined. 

As they all began to follow Michael, Alex grab Claire’s elbow, stopping her in her tracks laite alsed an eyebrow, a hint of innitation crossing her features as she looked at Alex 

Lisa watched the exchange with keen interest, her mange toads Clae deepening. However, before Lisa could terve of voice he thoughts, jean called out tobre, directing her attention mentarily. 

“Lisa, come film is in the being mom,” Joan called out. 

Lisa followed her to the living room, living Clare and Alex 

“We need to talk,” Alex stated coldly, his tone revealing his pent–upfrustration. 

Claire’s gaze hardened as she brushed off Alex’s grip from her elbow. “You need to talk, not we,” she retorted sharply, her voice laced with defiance 

As Alex and Claire took their seats, the tasteful living mom hunned with quiet tall. The butler arrived with a dish of dainty biscuits and a tray of hot tea, placing them on the coffee table. 

Alex, sitting beside Lisa, suddenly said. “Did you low Lisa can play the piano?” he remarked. 

Claire’s eyebrow arched with interest at the mention of Lisa’s musical talent, Joan, who had a deep appreciation for classical music, perked up. 

“You can play the piano, Lisa?” 

Lisa’s cheeks tinged with a sly smile as she demitted, “Oh, I am not that good, really.” 

Michael chimed in “By all means please play one song for us. It seems too quirt without any music.” 

Before Lisa could argue, Alex urged her. “Come on Lisa 1 heard you played once. It was beautiful.” Alex smiled at her. 

Claite, lounging comfortably in an unchair mentally scoffed as she heard Alex listen to her playing the piano. He doesn’t even low his ex–wife played the same instruments. She leaned forward with a playful smick “Come on, Lisa, Show us what you’ve got,” she urged, reaching for a biscuit, and taking a dainty bite, 

Lisa, feeling a mix of reluctance and a hint of provocation, decided to take up the challenge. With a determined frown, she stood up and declared. “Okay, I will play one song.”