New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 40

Chapter 40 The confrontation

"Gretta, you don't look happy seeing me here.

"N-no, I was just surprised. I wasn't expecting to see you." Gretta chuckled awkwardly as she set her magazine down.

Robert quickly made his way to where Claire stood at the backyard entrance. "Claire, it's been a while," a hint of formality in his tone.

Claire's smirk was barely concealed as she basked in their surprised reactions. "Indeed, it has," she replied smoothly, taking a moment to soak in the atmosphere of the backyard.

"The last time I was here, I don't remember this furniture and statue Gretta, did you have it redecorate?"

"Um...well, you know me, I like to make everything perfect."

Robert, growing impatient, interjected. "So, Claire, what brings you here today?"

Claire raised an eyebrow, her gaze looking onto Robert's. "We need to talk," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Robert glanced at Gretta before calling for the maid to bring their son, Mick, inside. Claire took a seat on the couch in the backyard without waiting for an invitation, her posture exuding confidence. Gretta and Robert shared a look, Robert's eyes conveying a message to Gretta to keep calm and not escalate the situation. Claire observed their silent communication with a keen eye.

"Please have a seat. Don't be shy this is your house anyway," Claire invited Robert and Gretta to sit.

Lisa, observing the tension, crossed her legs and fixed her gaze on each of them in turn. Her eyes were sharp, like a snake assessing its

prey.

Breaking the silence, Robert addressed Claire. "What is it that you need to talk about?"

Claire leaned back on the couch, a contemplative expression on her face. "The house," she began cryptically.

Robert and Gretta exchanged puzzled glances. "What about the house?" Robert inquired, his tone guarded. Claire's gaze sharpened as she continued. "I mean my parents' house. Did you sell it?"

as Robert and Gretta froze, their expressions

his

trying to maintain composure.

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already piecing together the puzzle. "I think it's time we had a more in-depth

Robert and Gretta, her

about the house," Claire began, her voice cold and hard, "and I'm not

sighed heavily. "Fine, Claire," he

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the surface, "Why?" she demanded, her tone sharp and accusatory. Robert struggled to find the right

eyes burning with intensity. "You sold my parents' house without my consent, Robert. That's not acceptable.

his fists, trying to control his rising anger. "We needed to move on, Claire. It wasn't about

been silent until now, interjected nervously. "Claire, we thought that you were dead along with your parents and we don't want to be sad all the time. So, we decided to sell the house and thing that remind us of you and your parents especially

Gretta's reasoning. "That's no excuse," my

speaking of things

She opened her mouth to speak, but

knowing and triumphant. "I

his tone defensive. "I don't know

her expression a mix

calculating her next move. "To make things fair," she began, her voice measured, "how about you give me the Robertson Mansion after all it only makes sense since you two sold my parents' house?" a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. Gretta's eyes widened in alarm, and she leaned forward, almost pleading "Claire,

polished nails. She enjoyed the power play, knowing she had the upper hand in

looked at his wife

unreadable. "Alright, I won't take the house," she conceded, causing

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in panic. "Claire

cut of short by Robert as he immediately made the

We will give you back your mother jewelry but don't take the