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!"

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

she snapped, "I will not just sit back and let her

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

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

teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air. She let out a

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 idea

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

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 sudden wake-up

her desk. "It's the only way to

shifted the conversation to

with the Robertsons go?"

twice and pretend to be

interested. "So, did the Robertsons really sell

satisfaction in her expression. "Yes, they did. And when I found out, I decided to ask for their mansion in

the start of revenge

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. "You're too kind

"I try. But I

was piqued. "What did you ask for

any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?" Claire asked, her tone turned serious yet composed. "Let me grab the file." He replied

Claire. She took a

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

next page, Claire's eyes widened as she read further. "He had a family and a son,"