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 throat,

trying to maintain composure.

do you mean by

the house that once belonged to my parents. Does that ring a bell to either of you?" Gretta

reactions. "Interesting," she murmured, her mind already piecing together the puzzle. "I think

and Gretta, her arms crossed tightly over her

her voice cold and hard, "and I'm not leaving

he relented, "I

H

narrowed, her anger simmering beneath the surface, "Why?" she demanded, her tone sharp and accusatory. Robert struggled to find the right words. "We didn't know what to

through his explanation, her eyes burning with intensity. "You sold my parents' house without my consent,

trying to control his rising anger. "We needed to

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

excuse," my family, Gretta,

retorted sharply. "And speaking of

in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came

knowing and triumphant. "I

tone defensive. "I don't know anything about the

her husband, her expression a mix

mind 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

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

his wife incredulously,

a single brow, her expression unreadable. "Alright, I won't take the house," she conceded, causing Gretta to visibly relax. But Claire wasn't finished.

she continued, "But I want

eyes widened in panic. "Claire

cut of short by Robert as he immediately made the

back your mother jewelry but don't take the