New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 292

As the ballroom doors swung open, Claire and Adrian walked in together, side by side. The grand auction hall was filled with crystal chandeliers, rich velvet curtains, and the quiet hum of murmured conversations. Businessmen and socialites alike mingled and sipped champagne, waiting for the night’s main event.

Claire scanned the room, her eyes briefly catching the sight of Alexander, standing near a group of men in suits. He was effortlessly charming, as usual, talking business with a few older businessmen who seemed eager to hear every word.

They found their seats in the beautifully decorated auction room, settling in just as Alexander entered too, but, of course, he was instantly sidetracked. A couple of businessmen snagged him before he could sit down, launching into a dry conversation about mergers and investments. Typical Alexander, never missing a chance to talk business.

Claire sighed and leaned back in her chair, scanning the room. “I wonder how many people are here just to show off,” she muttered, raising her eyebrows at a woman whose diamond necklace looked big enough to have its own zip code.

Adrian chuckled softly, “Probably most of them. You doing, okay?”

Claire flashed him a bright smile. “I’m fine, really. Alexander doesn’t bother me. Not anymore. Tonight’s about jewels, not drama.”

Adrian gave her a knowing look but didn’t push the subject. He knew better than to dig too deep when Claire insisted, she was okay. He also knew Claire well enough to see through her.

Ten minutes later, the host grabbed the microphone and tapped it to get everyone's attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The auction will begin shortly.”

Claire straightened up, and so did Adrian. The room buzzed with excitement as people began to settle into their spots. Claire's gaze wandered to the table next to theirs, where Alexander had just sat down, looking perfectly at ease as if he owned the place.

“Of course, he’s sitting right next to us,” Claire muttered under her breath.

The auction began with Mr. Saint Laurent, Adrian’s grandfather, stepping up to give a short welcoming speech. He was a stately man, oozing with old-world charm. He thanked everyone for attending and gave a brief history of the jewelry they were about to auction off, proudly boasting how the Saint Laurent family had a legacy that stretched back for generations.

“Thank you all for coming,” Mr. Saint Laurent said in his deep voice. “This evening, we will showcase some of the finest and rarest pieces from our collection, including the renowned Rose Necklace, which has been in the family for over a century.”

“Let’s start the auction, shall we?” The crowd buzzed with excitement. “Our first item,” the host continued, “is the Rose Necklace. Starting bid: one million dollars.”

A few hands shot up around the room, the bids climbing quickly. Two million. Three million. Claire watched with mild interest but didn’t raise her paddle. That necklace wasn’t her style.

After a few more pieces came and went, a stunning necklace caught Claire’s eye. The starting bid for this one was three million dollars. Without hesitation, she raised her paddle.

“Five million,” she said confidently.

Adrian raised an eyebrow. “Going all in?”

Claire smirked. “It’s beautiful. Worth every cent.”

Other bidders tried to match her, but Claire wasn’t backing down. When the gavel finally came down, the necklace was hers. She smiled triumphantly, leaning back in her chair.

“You’ve got good taste,” Adrian said, chuckling.

“I know,” Claire replied with a grin.

“Goin once, going twice, sold to Ms. Peterson.” The host, with a dramatic flair, gestured toward the staff, who carefully wheeled out the final piece of the night. This necklace was unlike any of the others—an intricate masterpiece, with the host explaining that it was nearly impossible to craft.

“And now, the bidding for this extremely rare piece will start at twenty million dollars.”

The crowd gasped.

“Twenty-two million,”

“Twenty-five,”

“Thirty!”

Claire's eyes widened, and she whipped her head around to see who had bid thirty million dollars. Her stomach sank, and her expression turned cold when she saw her.

“Of course, it’s him,” she muttered under her breath. Why did he always have to show up at the worst possible moment?

Without thinking, Claire raised her paddle again. “One hundred million.”

The crowd audibly gasped. She wasn’t sure why they were so surprised. It was just money, after all.

Claire leaned back in her chair; certain Alexander would back off. What would he even do with a diamond necklace, anyway? He wasn’t exactly known for wearing flashy jewelry. But then, a horrible thought crossed her mind. What if this wasn’t about him? What if he was planning to give the necklace to someone else?

Abigail.

The thought made her frown.

Her heart pounded as she watched the auctioneer raise his gavel. “Going once…”

“Two hundred million,” Alexander’s voice rang out again.

A stunned silence fell over the room. Even Claire, who usually prided herself on staying calm under pressure, couldn’t help but gape at the ridiculous number.

“Two hundred million?” she whispered, eyes narrowing. “What is he playing at?”

Gretta, sitting just a few seats away, was watching the whole thing unfold with a mixture of amusement and schadenfreude. She leaned in slightly and whispered, “Looks like someone’s out of their depth.”

The auctioneer’s voice sliced through the tension. “Going once… going twice… sold to Mr. Alexander Harris for two hundred million dollars!”

Applause filled the room, but Claire remained seated, her expression unreadable as she slowly stood up. She clapped along with the others, but there was no warmth in her applause. Her eyes were locked on Alexander, who was making his way to the front to finalize the sale.

He barely glanced at her, offering only the faintest nod in acknowledgment. It wasn’t even a smug look—he was just… neutral.