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!"

listen

"I will not just sit back and let

warned her sternly, "Gretta, I have warned you before. Don't

Her nails dug into her palms as tears of anger and frustration

teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering

take that necklace back just you wait and see, Claire. I will

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 on the table. A mischievous smirk played on Claire's lips as an

The sudden blare echoes through 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 you do that?" Matthew asked, still slightly

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

shifted the conversation to a

with the Robertsons go?" Matthew inquired; curiosity evident

and pretend to be stupid, but I

leaned in, clearly interested. "So, did the

And when I found out,

the start of revenge

smile at Claire's bold

leaned back in her chair. "Something unexpected obviously. Gretta Robertson begged me not to take the house. Said it held sentimental value. I

But I didn't leave empty-handed. I asked for

was piqued. "What did you ask for

Matthew. Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?"

he handed to Claire. She took a seat on the

when he died, a truck driver," Claire read aloud, her voice tinged with a mix

widened as she read further. "He