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!"

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

frustration bubbled over, and she snapped, "I will not just

warned her sternly, "Gretta, I have

Robert turned and headed inside the house, leaving Gretta seething in the backyard. Her nails dug into her palms as tears of

a nearby teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the

and see,

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 idea formed in her

played the sound. The sudden blare echoes through the room waking Matthew from his sleeping state. His eyes widen from the alarm sound.

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 disoriented from the

"It's the only way to wake you up sometimes,

his eyes, Matthew shifted the conversation to a recent confrontation Claire had with the

go?" Matthew inquired;

they denied twice and pretend to be stupid,

clearly interested. "So, did the

nodded, a hint of satisfaction in her expression. "Yes, they did. And when I found out, I decided to ask for their mansion in return. Fair trade,

the start of revenge

lips curved into a smile at Claire's

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

"I try. But I didn't

curiosity was piqued. "What did you ask for

leaned in closer, a playful glint in her eyes. "You'll just have to wait and see, Matthew. Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan

later, Matthew returned with a file in hand, which he handed to Claire. She

Allan Smith along with his personal information. "He was 36 when he died, a truck driver," Claire read aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of

she read further. "He had a family and a son," she remarked, glancing Matthew for