New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 409

Alexander gritted his teeth as he walked into the grand banquet hall. If it weren’t for business obligations, he’d be anywhere else. The place was packed with overly-dressed guests, all buzzing with chatter about mergers, acquisitions, and the latest financial drama. He could barely muster up the energy to pretend he was interested in any of it.

“Alexander, good to see you here!” A familiar voice called out, and he turned to see Mr. Dawson, an old partner in the tech industry. With a polite nod, Alexander extended a hand.

“Good to see you too, Dawson. How’s the recent project treating you?” Alexander asked, already bracing himself for the inevitable long-winded answer.

“Oh, you know, busy as ever! I’ve got the best team, though,” Dawson said, clearly proud of himself. “Maybe one day we’ll give Metacortex a run for their money, eh?”

Alexander gave a slight chuckle, more out of courtesy than anything. “Good luck with that. They’re quite the competition.”

Another business partner joined them, immediately launching into talk of numbers and predictions for the upcoming quarter. After a while, Alexander couldn’t take any more. Business talk was exhausting on the best of days, and tonight, he simply wasn’t in the mood.

As soon as he spotted an opening, he excused himself. "If you’ll excuse me, I need to grab a drink," he said with a slight smile, making his way to the bar. He was about to order a whiskey when he turned, bumping into someone. His eyes narrowed when he saw who it was.

“Cindy?” he asked, surprise mixed with irritation. “What are you doing here?”

She flashed him a sweet, borderline smug smile. “Oh, Alexander! Nice of you to finally talk to me,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Especially after you so kindly ruined my career.”

Alexander rolled his eyes. "You deserved it. You embarrassed Claire back in America—don’t pretend like you’re innocent."

Cindy scoffed, folding her arms. “So, you really are that whipped by her, huh? It’s almost cute.”

His eyes flashed with irritation. "Watch it, Cindy. Don’t do anything stupid or think about bothering Claire. If you do, I won’t hesitate to do the same thing I did before."

Cindy glared, but a faint smirk danced on her lips. She leaned in a little, her tone low. “I’m not the one you should be careful with, Alexander.” With that, she tossed her hair back and sauntered off, leaving him staring after her, puzzled.

What did she mean by that? It wasn’t like Cindy to issue vague threats, but maybe she was just trying to rattle him. Still, something about her tone stuck in his head. With a sigh, he shook it off. Cindy wasn’t worth the energy to stress over.

Alexander moved around the room, exchanging polite nods and small talk here and there, but his attention drifted until his gaze landed on Claire from across the hall. She was talking to a group of people, laughing at something someone said, her expression as poised and composed as ever.

For a moment, he felt a pang of something uncharacteristic—a bit of regret, maybe? Or something he didn’t want to name. He wasn’t even sure why he hadn’t gone up to her to say hello. Instead, he just stood there, watching her from afar, feeling somehow out of place.

With a sigh, he downed his drink. This banquet was a nightmare of boring conversations, stiff competition, and veiled threats. Not to mention running into Cindy. Enough was enough. Alexander set his glass down, straightened his suit, and headed for the exit, deciding he’d rather face a quiet night alone than spend another minute here.

At the grand banquet, Claire leaned against a marble column, wine glass in hand, but her mind was drifting far from the swirling crowd of finely dressed guests.

The words Cindy had whispered to her earlier lingered, unshakable. “I know your secret.” What on earth did she mean? Cindy had spoken with that sly grin, the kind that stuck with you, and now Claire was feeling unusually... rattled. She couldn’t help but wonder, what on earth could Cindy know? Yes, Claire had secrets — quite a few, in fact — but which one could Cindy have latched onto?

She scanned the crowd again, hoping for a glimpse of Cindy’s blonde hair bobbing around. Spotting Matthew across the room, she made her way over and tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his conversation.

“Matthew,” she whispered, tugging him a little closer, “did you see Cindy tonight?”