New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex)
Chapter 254 Who is she?

Claire chuckled seeing Talia's enthusiasm.

"This is where we should have the show. It's perfect. We can set up the runway around the pond, and the models can walk through the garden. It'll be like something out of a dream." Talia's eyes sparkle with excitement.

They spent the next hour exploring the garden, talking through different ideas and taking notes. Claire's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see Adrian's name flashing on the screen. She answered, a smile spreading across her face. "Adrian, hey," she greeted him. "We're here at the mansion. I have to say, it's even more beautiful than I imagined."

Adrian's warm laughter came through the phone. "I'm glad you like it. I was hoping it would be a good fit for the show. What does Talia think?"

Claire glanced over at Talia, who was still looking around the garden with wide eyes. "Talia loves it. She already has a bunch of ideas for how to set everything up. I think this is going to be something special."

"That's great to hear," Adrian said, his voice full of enthusiasm. "I knew you two would come up with something amazing. I can't wait to see it all come together."

"We can't wait either," Claire said. "Thanks again for letting us use your place. It's perfect."

After a few more minutes of chatting, Claire hung up the phone. She and Talia continued to explore the garden, making plans and brainstorming ideas until they finally decided it was time to head back.

As they walked back to the car, Talia turned to Claire, practically glowing with excitement. "I can't wait for the fashion show!" she exclaimed. "This is going to be incredible. We're going to blow everyone away."

Claire smiled. "You're right. It's going to be amazing. We've got the perfect location, great designs, and the best team. Nothing can go wrong."

They climbed into the car, still buzzing with excitement. The drive back to the city seemed to fly by as they talked about all the details they needed to finalize.

Robert knocked lightly on the door before poking his head into Frank's office at Venus AMD. Frank sat behind his sleek desk, scrolling through his tablet, looking every bit the part of a successful tech executive.

When Frank looked up and saw Robert, his face lit up with a broad smile. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite person! The man who's going to bring Venus AMD to the top!" Frank exclaimed, setting his tablet down and leaning back in his chair. Robert chuckled lightly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "Well, I can only hope so, however, I do have some news that might help," he said, his tone turning more serious.

Frank raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He motioned for Robert to take a seat. "What can I do for you today, Robert?" he asked, resting his elbows on the desk and leaning forward.

Robert's face took on a serious expression. "I've received some information that I thought you should know about," he began. "It seems that Claire Peterson has been in contact with a few robotics companies recently." Frank placed a hand on his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully. "Interesting," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. "Very interesting. But how did you replace out about this? Claire's not the type to let things slip easily." Robert smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. "I got the information from Claire Peterson herself, indirectly of course," he said. "Let's just say I have my ways of getting people to talk."

Frank chuckled, shaking his head in admiration. "That's why I like you, Robert. You always know how to get the job done. But still, what's she up to? Robotics companies, you say?"

Robert nodded. "That's right. I don't have all the details yet, but it's definitely something big. Maybe a new line of products, or some kind of advanced tech development. Whatever it is, she's being very careful about it." Frank's eyes gleamed with interest. "We can't let Metacortex get ahead of us," he said firmly. "If Claire's working on something new, we need to know what it is. Venus AMD can't afford to be left behind." "Agreed," Robert said, his voice steady. "I'll keep an eye on her, see if I can replace out more. It won't be easy, but I'm sure I can dig up some useful information."

Frank nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Good, good. I knew I could count on you, Robert. Keep me updated on anything you replace. We need to stay ahead of the game."

Robert stood up, giving Frank a small nod. "Of course. I'll make sure to keep you informed."

As Robert turned to leave, Frank's voice stopped him. "And Robert," he called out, a sly smile on his face. "If you do manage to replace out what Claire's up to, there might just be a nice bonus in it for you." Robert smirked, nodding his head. "I'll see what I can do," he said, then walked out of the office, leaving Frank to his thoughts.

As the door closed behind Robert, Frank leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "Claire Peterson," he murmured to himself, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "What are you up to this time?"

Back at Harris Company, Alex sat at

his

his sleek, modern desk, tapping away on his computer. He had just finished an online meeting with a group of potential investors, all eager to pour their money into latest hotel project. The problem was, Alex hadn't made up his mind about which investors to take on. Too many options and too many strings attached. He needed to think carefully about his next move.

As he stared at the screen, lost in thought, a knock on his office door pulled him back to reality. "Come in," Alex called, not bothering to look up right away. He heard the door open and close, footsteps approaching his desk. When he finally glanced up, he saw Christian standing there, looking as sharp as ever in a tailored

suit.

"Christian!" Alex said, stopping his typing. He leaned back in his chair, connecting his fingers in a mock-serious pose. "I haven't seen you in days."

Christian chuckled as he took a seat

in front of Alex's desk. He tossed a thick document onto the desk with a light thu "These are the documents you need to sign," he said, ignoring Alex's dramatic greeting. “I've been busy, you know. Meetings,

paperwork, the usual grind."

Alex smirked, picking up the document and flipping through it casually. "So, you've been working hard, huh? Is this your way of saying sorry for ditching me at the banquet?" Alex's voice was teasing, his eyes glinting with mischief. Christian rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Oh, shut up," he said, laughing. "You know I had more important things to do than stand around in a room full of people I barely know, pretending to enjoy myself."

"Uh-huh," Alex replied, clearly not buying it. "So, who's the lucky woman, then? Come on, spill the beans. I know you wouldn't skip out on something like that for no reason."

Without missing a beat, Christian said, "Talia."