All Chapters of The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Matteo didn't ask Clara what had happened or had been said in the call. Not immediately.He simply stood across from her office, watching the way she held the phone long after the call had ended.“What happened?”Clara looked up.“Elena called.”“I assumed that.”“She said someone approached her.”Matteo's expression hardened.“About me.”Clara nodded. He held out his hand.“Give me the number.”She handed him her phone.Matteo looked at the call log, memorized the number, then gave the phone back.“Did she say who?”“No.”“What did they want?”“Information about you.”“How much?”“She didn't say.”Matteo's jaw tightened.“And she refused?”“She claims she did.”He looked at her for a moment.“You believe her?”Clara hesitated.“I don't know.”“Good.”She frowned.“You don't believe her either?”“I don't trust people simply because they tell me what I want to hear.”Clara folded her arms.“She did have an opportunity to tell them things.”“She also had an opportunity to sell them.”Cl

CHAPTER 103Clara waited until they were back at Matteo's office before asking.“What did Sebastian mean?”Matteo continued walking.“Which part?”She followed him.“You know exactly which part.”He opened the door to his office and stepped inside. Clara stopped at the entrance.“Matteo.”He turned. His expression was already closed.“We're not discussing Sebastian.”“Why?”“Because there's nothing to discuss.”“He practically accused you of hiding something.”“He enjoys provoking people.”“He didn't look like he was joking.”“He wasn't.”That answer stopped her. Matteo walked toward his desk and dropped his keys beside his laptop.Clara followed him in.“So he was telling the truth?”“I didn't say that.”“Then what did he mean?”Matteo pulled off his jacket.“Drop it.”She stared at him.“You can't tell me something like that and expect me to forget it.”“I can.”“Matteo.”He turned sharply.“You don't know what you're asking about.”“Then tell me.”“No.”The word landed harder than

Matteo knew before Clara said a word. She was standing in his office with a folder pressed against her chest, her expression far too calm.That was usually a bad sign.“What did you find?” he asked.Clara didn't answer immediately.Matteo looked at Theo, who was standing near the window.His eyes narrowed.“You.”Theo raised both hands slightly. “Don't look at me.”“You were supposed to keep her out of this.”“I tried.”Clara's brows lifted.“Excuse me?”Matteo looked back at her.“You went through the old racing files.”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because Sebastian's comment didn't make sense.”“It doesn't have to make sense to you.”“That's not your decision.”His jaw tightened.“Clara.”She held his stare.“I found an internal report.”Matteo went still.Theo's expression hardened.“You shouldn't have accessed that.”“Apparently, nobody should.”Matteo walked around his desk.“What exactly did you read?”“Enough to know the official version isn't the entire story.”His face became unreadable.“

Clara barely slept. Not because of the deal. Or because of the missing report. And definitely not because of Sebastian Vale.It was Matteo's words that kept replaying in her head.I'm in love with her.He hadn't said them to her. Not directly.But she had seen the way he looked at her before leaving her room the previous night, and something in her refused to believe that his sudden distance afterwards meant nothing.The next morning, she found him already in the hotel conference room.He was standing near the window with his phone in one hand, dressed in a dark suit, his expression as controlled as ever.“You're early,” Clara said.“So are you.”She placed her tablet on the table.“I couldn't sleep.”His eyes moved to her.“Neither could I.”Something about the way he said it made her heart beat faster. She sat down.“Is something wrong?”“Yes.”The answer was so immediate that she looked up.Matteo slipped his phone into his pocket.“I need to tell you something.”Clara's fingers st

Clara spent far too long deciding what to wear. It was ridiculous.She had stood in front of her wardrobe for almost twenty minutes, rejecting dresses, skirts, jeans, and even a blouse she had worn to work twice because somehow it felt too professional.This wasn't a business dinner. It wasn't a Devereaux event. There would be no cameras.No reporters. No one waiting to photograph Matteo Devereaux with a woman on his arm.It was simply a date. Their first actual date. And that somehow made it worse.Clara finally settled on a simple black dress that fell just above her knees and a pair of heels. She kept her jewellery minimal and left her hair loose.When she stepped out of her room, Matteo was already waiting in the hotel lobby.He looked at her. Then he stopped. Clara immediately became self-conscious.“What?”“Nothing.”“You're staring.”“I know.”She rolled her eyes. “That's not reassuring.”“You look beautiful.”The compliment was so straightforward that she didn't know what to d