All Chapters of The Billionaire Racer I Kissed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Clara’s gaze held on Matteo for a fraction longer than she intended, but she quickly broke it before it could turn into anything meaningful. The question he had just asked still lingered in the space between them, sharp and deliberate.“What exactly happened last night?”She knew what he was doing. Testing. Measuring. Trying to see how much she had seen, how much she understood, or worse, how much she had chosen to ignore.Clara adjusted the notebook in her hand, her expression smoothing back into calm professionalism as she chose her response carefully.“It’s handled,” she said simply, her tone controlled.Matteo’s eyes lifted slightly from the papers he was going through, but he didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he let the silence stretch just enough to make it uncomfortable.“Good,” he finally said, his voice low and even. Then he added, almost casually, “Make sure it stays that way. We don’t need more pictures of you circulating online again.”Clara’s fingers tightened slightly a

Clara closed Matteo’s office door behind her with a controlled breath, her expression steady as she walked away. The moment she was out of his presence, the air felt lighter, but her thoughts were already shifting back into work mode.By the time she reached her office, she had already reopened her notebook and placed it neatly on the desk. The calmness on her face returned fully as she sat down and powered on her laptop.Her fingers moved across the keyboard with focus, pulling up documents, timelines, and notes for the upcoming campaign rollout.Then her email notification popped up.Clara paused. Her cursor hovered for a second before she clicked it open.A new thread from the corporate events department.Her eyes scanned the contents slowly. Three major events. All international-level. All requiring Matteo Devereaux’s appearance.Her brows tightened slightly as she read.1. Monaco Business Innovation Gala – This Weekend2. Riviera Luxury Brand Showcase – Following Week3. Global A

Mark had imagined this meeting differently.When he sat inside the conference room earlier, adjusting the sleeve of his suit and rehearsing key points in his head, he had imagined walking out with a contract, or at the very least, an assurance that another meeting would be scheduled.Instead, ten minutes into the discussion, he already felt like he was losing control of the room.Matteo Devereaux sat across from him, flipping through the proposal documents with an expression so unreadable that Mark couldn’t even tell what direction the meeting was heading.And somehow, that was worse. The silence itself felt like pressure.Mark cleared his throat lightly.“Our company specialises in luxury construction coordination and execution management,” he continued, trying to steady his tone. “We’ve handled several upscale projects and…”“I saw them.”Matteo’s interruption was calm. Mark paused briefly before forcing a smile.“Then you already understand the value we can bring to Devereaux Franc

The silence inside Matteo’s office stretched for a few seconds after Clara’s words settled in the air.Matteo remained seated, the pen still between his fingers while his eyes rested on the script in front of him. His expression gave away nothing, but Clara had already begun to notice something about him.Whenever he disagreed immediately, he spoke fast. Whenever he went silent, he was considering it.Luca leaned back slightly in his seat, watching Matteo carefully too.Finally, Matteo dropped the pen on the table.“We’ll use it,” he said calmly.Clara blinked once in surprise before masking it almost instantly. Luca looked even more shocked.Matteo noticed both reactions immediately and narrowed his eyes slightly.“What?”“Nothing,” Clara replied quickly, though internally she was still surprised he had agreed at all.Because Matteo Devereaux did not seem like the type of man who accepted other people’s opinions easily.Luca cleared his throat lightly before glancing back at the pape

The sound of low music drifted through the living room as Luca leaned back against the dark leather couch, one ankle resting over his knee. Matteo sat across from him with a glass of whiskey in his hand, the city lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows casting faint reflections across the room. Unlike the cold atmosphere of his office, his home felt quieter. Less guarded. The expensive interior still carried his personality though, minimalist, clean, and controlled. Luca shook his head with amusement. “I still can’t believe you agreed to those scripts.” Matteo lifted a brow slightly. “They were practical.” “Practical?” Luca laughed. “You looked like someone forced you to swallow poison while reading them.” Matteo took a slow sip from his glass. “The lines were ridiculous.” “That’s the point of scripted romance,” Luca replied casually. “You’re not supposed to sound like you’re negotiating a business merger.” A faint scoff left Matteo’s lips. Luca leaned forward slightly, clea