New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 315

Alexander gritted his teeth.

And now Adrian was the center of attention, stealing the spotlight that Alexander thought should be his. He glanced at Abigail.

“Abigail,” Alexander said, his voice a little too loud and a bit too eager. “Have you tried the lasagna yet? It’s quite good.”

Abigail blinked in surprise, her fork halfway to her mouth. “Uh, no, not yet—” But before she could finish, Alexander had already scooped up a forkful of lasagna and was holding it out toward her like he was feeding a toddler.

She awkwardly leaned forward, taking the bite. “It’s… good,” she said, nodding politely, though she clearly wasn’t expecting that.

Claire, noticing the sudden shift in Alexander’s behavior, hid a smirk behind her wine glass. She speared a piece of salmon from her plate and turned to Adrian with a smile. “You should try this,” she said, offering him a piece. “It’s really good. I know you like salmon.”

Adrian leaned forward and took the bite, nodding appreciatively. “Wow, this is delicious! You always know my favorites,” he said with a grin, clearly enjoying the attention from Claire.

Alexander clenched his jaw. How could Claire know Adrian’s favorite food and not his? They’d been married for three years, and yet here she was, feeding Adrian like they were the best of friends.

Determined to shift the focus back to him, Alexander turned to Abigail again, reaching for the dessert tray. “You’ve got to try the chocolate cake,” he said, scooping up a slice and holding it out to her, clearly thinking this was a winning move.

But Abigail raised her hand, stopping him with an apologetic smile. “Oh, no, I can’t,” she said softly. “I’m allergic to chocolate.”

Alexander blinked, his fork hovering in the air. He hadn’t expected that. He dropped the fork back onto the plate, mumbling an apology. “Oh… I didn’t know.”

Claire, watching the whole scene, couldn’t help but let out a small, amused snort. She quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late. Alexander’s eyes flickered to her, his frustration growing.

Meanwhile, Matthew was watching the whole thing unfold like it was a sitcom. He shook his head in amusement and took a sip of his wine. “Well, this is getting interesting,” he muttered under his breath, clearly entertained by Alexander’s failed attempts at winning back the spotlight.

Standing up from the table, Matthew stretched his arms and turned to Claire. “I think I’m going to mingle a bit,” he said with a wink. “I’ll leave you all to… this.” He gestured vaguely at the tense atmosphere between Alexander, Adrian, and Claire.

Claire nodded her attention back to Alexander, who was now picking at his lasagna with a frustrated expression.

“Are you okay, Alex?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow. She was trying to hold back her amusement, but it wasn’t working too well.

Alexander scowled, stabbing his fork into his plate. “I’m fine,” he muttered, but it was obvious he was anything but fine.

Adrian, sensing the tension but clearly not caring too much, leaned back in his chair and smirked. “You know, Alex, you should really try the salmon. It might improve your mood,” he said, chuckling.

Alexander shot him a glare but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to Abigail again, clearly looking for some kind of ally. “Abigail, have you tried the salad yet? It’s got these really nice cherry tomatoes.”

Abigail, caught off guard, nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah, it’s great,” she said, though it was clear she was trying to stay out of whatever was happening between Alexander and Adrian.

Claire chuckled, unable to hold back any longer. “Alex, relax,” she said with a teasing smile. “We’re all just here to have a good time.”

“Yeah,” Adrian added with a grin. “No need to be so tense. It’s just dinner.”

Alexander clenched his jaw again, clearly not liking the fact that Adrian seemed to be winning over the whole table. But before he could say anything, Claire spoke up again.

“Besides,” she said, leaning back in her chair, “it’s not like we’re in some competition. Right, Alex?”

Alexander didn’t answer, but his frown deepened. He glanced over at Adrian, who was now chatting with Abigail about something that had them both laughing and then back at Claire, who was watching him with that same teasing smile.

Maybe there wasn’t a competition, but it sure felt like one to Alexander.

And at that moment, he wasn’t winning.

Jack sounded thrilled on the other end of the line. "That’s fantastic news, Claire! I’m really glad you considered it. I’ll inform the other shareholders about the decision. They’ll be happy to hear this."

“Thanks, Jack,” Claire said, feeling more confident now. She hung up and glanced at Matthew, who was stretching out lazily on the couch.

“Looks like everything’s falling into place,” Matthew said with a satisfied grin. “You’re gonna crush this, Claire.”

“Let’s hope so,” she replied, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

Meanwhile, over at Harris Company, Alexander Harris was in his office, frowning at his phone. He had just gotten off a call with the police, and the news wasn’t good. They had been investigating the attack on Claire that had happened a week ago, but now it seemed like things had hit a brick wall.

The officer on the phone had informed him, “Mr. Harris, we’ve reviewed the surveillance footage from the night of the incident, but... it’s gone. There’s no trace of it.”

Alexander’s brows furrowed, his disbelief evident. “Gone? How is that even possible? The only people who had access to that footage were the police. How could it just disappear?”

The officer on the other end of the line sounded apologetic. “We don’t know, sir. We’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Alexander leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “There’s got to be something. No leads at all?”

“I’m afraid not,” the officer replied. “We’re still investigating, but at this point, we don’t have much to go on.”

Alexander sighed deeply, frustration building inside him. “Alright, keep me updated if anything changes,” he said before hanging up.

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the ceiling. It didn’t make any sense. How could the surveillance footage just vanish? And who would go to such lengths to cover up what happened to Claire?

He shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. “No wonder Claire always handles things herself,” he muttered to himself. She never trusted anyone to take care of her business, and now he understood why.