New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 The start of revenge?

Gretta's heart raced with anxiety as Claire's figure disappeared from view, leaving her alone with Robert in the mansion's grand backyard.

she even fit

find out?" she blurted out to Robert, her voice tinged with panic.

"What are we going to do about this? How did she

Robert's expression hardened as he turned to face Gretta. "Calm down, Gretta. There is nothing we can do," he said sternly, his tone brooking no argument.

But Gretta was already on a rant, her emotions spilling out in a torrent of words. "I told you, Robert! I knew Claire was after the mansion. And now she's taken my jewelry too! It's not fair!" Robert's glare silenced her instantly. "That necklace is not even yours to begin with," he reminded her sharply. "You stole Mary necklace."

Gretta's face flushed with embarrassment, but her anger quickly flared up again. "I did not stole it! you gave it to me. You didn't even fight back when she ask for the necklace!"

"Then what do you want me to do, huh? Argue with her? She has the upper hand now, Gretta. I have lost my position, and I can't lose anything anymore."

Gretta snapped. "Then you should do something instead of laying low or or playing hide and seek."

"Do what? Eliminate her?" Robert sighed as he look into his wife's eyes. "Claire is smarter than I thought. She even found out about the house. So, anything we do will just make it worse." Gretta gritted her teeth in anger.

"That d

doesn't matter! She's taking everything that belongs to us!"

running a hand through his hair. "Gretta, listen to me. We can't do anything reckless. We need to

snapped, "I will not just sit

patience wore thin as he warned her sternly, "Gretta, I have warned you before. Don't do anything stupid. You

seething in the backyard. Her nails dug into her palms as tears of anger and frustration welled up in her

a fit of rage, Gretta grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air. She let out a

back just you wait and see,

of her side gig. As she made her way to her office, she couldn't help but notice Matthew, sprawled in her chair with his legs propped up

it near Matthew's ear as she played the sound. The sudden blare echoes through the room waking Matthew from his sleeping state.

her laughter, quickdy stopping the sound. It took a moment for Matthew to realize it was just a prank, and he shot Claire a playful glare before settling back into the chair with a groan. "Why'd

chuckled, taking a seat at her desk. "It's the

shifted the conversation to a recent confrontation Claire had

the Robertsons go?" Matthew inquired; curiosity

expected, they denied twice and pretend to

clearly interested. "So, did the Robertsons really

satisfaction in her expression. "Yes, they did. And when I found out,

the start of revenge

into a smile at Claire's bold move. "And

to take the house. Said it held sentimental value. I decided to be generous and not press further." Matthew nodded appreciatively, impressed by Claire's tact. "You're too

the compliment modestly, "I try. But I didn't leave empty-handed. I

curiosity was piqued. "What did you

do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?" Claire

later, Matthew returned with a file in hand, which he handed to Claire. She took a seat on the couch and opened

his personal information. "He was 36 when he died, a truck driver," Claire read aloud, her

she read further. "He had a family and