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!"

let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Gretta, listen to me. We can't do anything reckless. We need to handle this situation

snapped, "I will not just sit back and

patience wore thin as he warned her sternly, "Gretta, I have warned you before.

leaving Gretta seething in the backyard. Her nails dug into her palms as tears

the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air. She let

necklace back just you wait and see, Claire.

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

near Matthew's ear as she played the sound. The sudden blare echoes through the

he shot Claire a playful glare before settling

chuckled, taking a seat at her desk. "It's the only way to wake you up

shifted the conversation to a recent confrontation Claire had with the

the Robertsons go?" Matthew inquired; curiosity evident in

and pretend to be stupid, but I held my

clearly interested. "So, did the Robertsons really sell

when I found out, I decided to ask for their mansion

the start of revenge

smile at

not to take the house. Said it held sentimental value. I decided to be generous

try. But I didn't leave

curiosity was piqued. "What did you

Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?" Claire asked, her tone turned serious

file in hand, which he handed to Claire. She took a seat on the couch and opened the file, her

was 36 when he died, a truck driver," Claire read aloud, her voice tinged with a

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