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?"

tense silence hung in the air as Robert and Gretta froze, their expressions

his

trying to maintain composure.

mean

that ring a bell to either of you?"

her mind already piecing together the puzzle. "I think it's time we had a

Robert and Gretta, her arms crossed

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

sighed heavily. "Fine, Claire," he

H

anger simmering beneath the surface, "Why?" she demanded, her tone sharp and accusatory. Robert struggled to find the right words. "We

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

control his rising anger. "We needed

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,

excuse," my family,

retorted sharply. "And speaking of things

She opened her mouth to speak,

smirk was both knowing and triumphant. "I

"I don't know

husband, her

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, please... We'll do anything, but don't take the house. This house means

to her impeccably polished nails. She

at his wife incredulously, surprised by her

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

I want my mother's

widened in

by Robert as he immediately

you back your mother jewelry but don't take