Semua Bab The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Bab 21 - Bab 25

Clara’s eyes lifted from her desk, her expression neutral, but a flicker of recognition passed through her. She didn’t let it show. Instead, she leaned back slightly in her chair, studying her visitor with quiet attention.Up close, the woman was even more striking.Her skin carried a warm tan glow, smooth and even, and her long brown hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, the tips tinted a lighter shade that caught the light. Her outfit was polished, but not modest — a fitted blouse that hugged her figure and a short skirt that showed off toned legs. It wasn’t inappropriate, but it was deliberate.Clara noticed the difference immediately.Earlier in the meeting, a few buttons had been undone, her red lipstick bold, her presence almost provocative. Now, everything was toned down, but still attractive, still confident, just controlled and intentional.Clara gestured toward the chair opposite her desk. “Have a seat.”The woman smiled faintly and sat, crossing her legs with ease.“I

Clara stood in front of Matteo’s door, her fingers tightening slightly around the files in her hand. For a moment, she didn’t move.Then she drew in a slow breath, steadying herself, and lifted her hand to knock.Once. Silence.Her brows pulled together faintly. She waited a second, then knocked again. Still nothing.A small frown formed on her face as she shifted her weight, glancing briefly at the quiet hallway. Maybe he wasn’t in after all.She knocked a third time, firmer this time, the sound echoing lightly against the door. Nothing.Clara exhaled, her patience thinning. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. “Another wasted trip.”She turned slightly, already preparing to leave.“Come in.”Her body stilled.Clara blinked, her head snapping back toward the door. That was his voice.Her brows furrowed, irritation rising quickly to the surface.“So he’s been inside this whole time?” she murmured, her lips pressing into a thin line. “And he just let me keep knocking?”A quiet scoff

Clara froze mid-step, her fingers tightening around her bag as the man by the car called her name.The familiarity in his tone made her brows pull together. She looked at him properly this time, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Who are you?” she asked, her voice edged with caution.Her gaze flicked to the car, sleek, tinted, expensive. But nothing about it gave away who owned it.Before the man could respond, the backseat window slid down smoothly.Clara’s breath hitched. Matteo.He sat inside, one arm resting lazily against the door, his expression as cold and unreadable as ever. Luca was beside him, his presence quieter but just as sharp.Clara straightened slightly, masking her surprise. “Mr Devereaux.”Matteo didn’t return the greeting. His eyes moved over her once, assessing, before he spoke.“Get in.”It wasn’t a suggestion.Clara hesitated. Every instinct in her told her to refuse, to keep her distance, to avoid being pulled into whatever mood he was in.But then she looked at hi