New beginning: Billionaire love story novel Chapter 438

Adrian arrived at Claire’s place just as the autumn sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of pink and orange. He stepped out of the sleek black car, his smile warm as he opened the door for her. Claire was already waiting outside, her outfit effortlessly chic, as always.

"Wow," Adrian said, offering her his arm. "You look stunning."

Claire gave a small laugh, linking her arm through his. "You clean up nicely yourself. I was half-worried you’d show up in a hoodie."

“Hey!” Adrian grinned. “I’d make a hoodie look sophisticated.”

“Well,” Claire smirked, “you clean up alright.”

“Did you manage to avoid the chaos today?” Adrian asked, leaning back against the soft leather seats.

“Define ‘chaos,’” Claire replied with a wry smile. “If you mean dodging paparazzi and people following me around, then yes, barely.”

The driver nodded politely as they climbed into the car. As they pulled away, the low hum of the city outside filled the silence between them.

Their banter carried on for a bit as the car weaved through the London streets.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Adrian said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Claire smirked and turned to him. “Just enjoying the peace before you start grilling me with questions.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Grill you? I wouldn’t dare. I’ll just politely interrogate you instead.”

“And here I thought this was supposed to be a nice dinner,” Claire quipped, crossing her arms in mock defiance.

Adrian leaned back, studying Claire for a moment. “Speaking of which, who was behind it? You said you’d tell me tonight.”

“Cindy Marshall.” she finally said, her voice steady.

Adrian blinked, sitting up straighter. “Was she really the one who drugged me?”

Claire nodded. “Yup. She spiked your drink and set up the whole thing.”

“Wait,” Adrian said, his brows furrowing. “Cindy Marshall? The same Cindy who came to me pretending she wanted to talk business?”

Claire raised a brow, intrigued. “She did that?”

Adrian scoffed, crossing his arms. “Oh, yes. She was all professional, all polite—asking about projects, possible collaborations. And the whole time, she was planning... that?”

Claire couldn’t help but snort. “Adrian, the only thing Cindy Marshall cares about is her career. Business talk? That was just an excuse to get close to you.”

Adrian exhaled in disbelief, muttering something in French under his breath.

Adrian chuckled softly but looked at Claire with a touch of curiosity. “Why would she do this, though? What does she gain from all this?”

Claire’s lips pursed in thought. “She said she’s jealous of my life,” she admitted. “But honestly? I think there’s more to it than that. Something doesn’t add up.”

Adrian tilted his head, intrigued. “Like what?”

“Well,” Claire began, tapping her chin, “for starters, Cindy’s sudden comeback. One minute her career’s in shambles, and the next she’s back in the spotlight like nothing ever happened. It’s fishy.”

Adrian frowned, piecing things together. “You think someone helped her?”

“I don’t know but maybe,” Claire said, her voice thoughtful. “But her dad wouldn’t have done it. He was furious with her after what happened with Alexander. She embarrassed me, and Alexander took her down for it. I didn’t even ask him to, you know? Our relationship isn’t exactly... cozy.”

Adrian’s eyes widened slightly. “Wait a second,” he said, his voice picking up speed. “Are you saying this is the same Cindy who humiliated you at that business forum in the States? The one Alexander obliterated?”

“The one and only,” Claire confirmed with a nod.

Adrian leaned back in his seat, looking genuinely astonished. “Unbelievable. I didn’t connect the dots. That Cindy?”