New beginning: Billionaire love story

Alex reached for his glass of water, taking a big gulp, and then, just as Christian mentioned Talia's name, Alex choked. Water sprayed everywhere, and Alex spluttered, trying to catch his breath. Christian, with a concerned look, jumped up from his seat and patted Alex onExclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

the back.

"Are you okay?" Christian asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Alex continued coughing, waving a hand at Christian to show he was alright. "Yeah, yeah," he managed to get out between coughs, his face red. "You just caught me off guard with that... revelation." Christian smirked as he watched Alex's reaction. "It's not that shocking, is it?"

Alex finally stopped coughing, turning to Christian with wide eyes, looking almost like a deer caught in headlights. "Are you crazy?" he blurted out, still half in disbelief. "Talia? Of all people?"

Christian sighed heavily, walking back to his seat. He plopped down, looking at Alex with a slightly annoyed expression. "This is why I didn't want to tell you, Alex. I knew you'd be judgmental about it."

Alex let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not judging, alright? It's just... Talia? She's Claire's best friend! Does Claire even know about this?"

Christian shrugged, looking a bit nonchalant. "Maybe yes, maybe no," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But given how close they are, Claire's gonna find out sooner or later. There's no hiding anything from her."

Alex shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. "You're seriously going out on a date with Talia? Are you out of your mind?"

Christian raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Why? What's wrong with Talia?"

Alex scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. "Nothing's wrong with her," he admitted. "It's just... she's Claire's best friend which makes everything complicated."

Christian chuckled, seeing Alex's obvious discomfort. "You're overthinking this," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "It's just a date. No big deal. And whatever bad relationship you and Claire share it won't affect us if you are wondering." Alex sighed. "I suppose you are right. But I still couldn't grasp that you are going out with Talia out of all people."

Talia was focused, her brow furrowed in concentration as she bent over a delicate piece of fabric. The upcoming fashion show had everyone on edge, but Talia thrived under pressure. She and the other designers were deep into the final stages, making sure every stitch was perfect, every hem aligned. The room buzzed with energy as sewing machines whirred and designers chattered, exchanging ideas and offering feedback. Talia stood out among them, her hands moving deftly, her mind racing with last-minute adjustments. "Pass me the gold thread," Talia called out, her voice a mix of excitement and authority. One of the junior designers quickly handed it to her, and she got back to work, her fingers weaving the thread through the fabric with precision. The design was coming together beautifully, a vision of elegance that was sure to wow the audience.

A few days passed in a blur of fabric, needles, and caffeine-fueled nights. Finally, Talia stepped back, taking a long look at her finished dress. She let out a satisfied sigh. "Done," she declared, turning to Claire, who had been observing quietly.

Claire, who had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, gave a nod of approval. "Looks like you've got everything under control," she said with a small smile. "Are you ready to head over to Adrian's mansion?"

Talia nodded, a gleam in her eyes. "Absolutely. Let's go give those staff members a few pointers. They better be ready to decorate as their lives depend on it."

The two women left the bustling

design studio and made their way to Adrian's mansion. The grand estate was already a flurry of activity. Staff members scurried around, arranging flowers, setting up tables, and

The mansion's grand ballroom was being transformed into a luxurious runway setting, with lights being rigged up and a stage being assembled.

hanging elegant drapes a

"You are full of energy, Talia."

"Well, I have to. I can't afford this fashion show to ruin." A sad smile graced her face as Talia remembering the fire of her very first debut fashion show.

Claire placed a hand on her shoulder in assurance. "Don't worry, Talia. I'm sure this fashion show will go well."

Claire, ever the silent observer, let Talia take the lead. She watched as Talia immediately began directing the staff, adjusting floral arrangements, and instructing on the placement of decorations. Claire could see the way Talia's eyes lit up, the passion she had for her work shining through in every detail.

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In those times Claire also juggled between her work and the robot project. Everything seemed to be going well, there hadn't been any frantic calls from Robert or even Frank Claire had a sneaking suspicion that Robert had already informed Frank about the project's progress, but for now, things were running smoothly.

Back at the office, Alexander was making his way to Christian's office, a casual bounce in his step. He swung the door open and poked his head inside. "Hey, Chris," he said cheerfully. "How about a round of golf tomorrow? The weather's supposed to be great." Christian looked up from his computer, his expression serious. "I can't," he replied, his voice carrying a tone of finality.

Alexander blinked, surprised. Christian never said no to golf. The man loved it, and he always made time for a game, especially with Alexander. "What do you mean, you can't?" Alexander asked, his brow furrowing. "Are you going out on a date with Talia or something?"

A smile played at the corners of Christian's mouth; a rare expression that didn't go unnoticed. "Maybe," he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Alexander's eyes widened; his curiosity piqued. "A date, huh? Where are you two lovebirds going?"

Christian hesitated for a moment,

clearly trying to think of a good

cover story. He couldn't exactly tell Alex about the fashion show; it was supposed to be a surprise, and. Christian had promised to keep it under wraps. He looked away, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, you know, just the usual. We're going to the park, maybe grab a bite to eat. Nothing special."

Alexander narrowed his eyes, sensing that Christian was hiding something. Christian was many things, but a good liar wasn't one of them. "The park?" Alexander repeated, skepticism lacing his tone. "You're ditching golf for a walk in the park? That doesn't sound like you." Christian shrugged, keeping his eyes on his computer screen, avoiding Alex's gaze. "We just want to spend some time together, enjoy the nice weather. You know how it is."

Alexander wasn't buying it. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe. "Come on, Chris. I know you're up to something. Why don't you just tell me? You know I'll find out anyway. Might as well save us both some time."

Christian sighed, knowing there was no way to keep Alex off his back once he got suspicious. He glanced up, meeting Alexander's eyes. "Alright, fine. I'm going to a fashion show."

Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that answer. "A fashion show?" he echoed, trying to wrap his head around the idea. "You're skipping golf for a fashion show? With Talia?"