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

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

warned her sternly, "Gretta, I

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

the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air. She let out a primal

that necklace back just you wait and see, Claire. I will not

through the bustling headquarters of 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

phone and found an alarm drill sound on YouTube. Placing it near Matthew's ear as she played the sound. The sudden blare echoes

just a prank, and he shot Claire a playful glare before settling back into the chair with a groan. "Why'd

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

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

go?" Matthew inquired; curiosity evident

expected, they denied twice and pretend to

interested. "So, did the Robertsons really sell their

I found out, I decided to ask for their mansion

the start of revenge

curved into a smile at Claire's bold

it held sentimental value. I decided to be generous and not

But I didn't

was piqued. "What did

glint in her eyes. "You'll just have to wait and see, Matthew. Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?"

Claire. She took a seat on the couch and opened

36 when he died,

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