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!"

through his hair. "Gretta, listen to me. We can't

will not just sit

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

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

to the ground, the shattering

you wait and see, Claire. I will not just stand

her office, she couldn't help but notice Matthew, sprawled in her chair with

found an alarm drill sound on YouTube. Placing it near Matthew's ear as she played the sound. The sudden blare echoes through the room waking Matthew from his sleeping state. His eyes widen from the alarm sound. "Is there

moment for Matthew to realize it was just a prank, and he shot Claire

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

rubbed his eyes, Matthew shifted the conversation to a recent confrontation

with the Robertsons go?" Matthew inquired;

shrugged nonchalantly. "As expected, they denied twice and pretend to be stupid, but I held my

did the Robertsons really sell their

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

the start of revenge

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

back in her chair. "Something unexpected obviously. Gretta Robertson begged me not 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.

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

was piqued. "What did you ask

her eyes. "You'll just have to wait and see, Matthew. Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?" Claire asked, her tone turned serious yet composed. "Let me grab the file." He replied before heading back to his

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

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

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