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!"

running a hand through his hair. "Gretta, listen to me. We can't do anything reckless. We

snapped, "I will not just sit back

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

seething in the backyard. Her nails dug into her palms as tears of anger and frustration

fit of rage, Gretta grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing

just you wait and see, Claire. I

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

played the sound. The

her laughter, quickdy stopping the 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

at her desk. "It's the

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

did the confrontation with the Robertsons go?" Matthew

expected, they denied twice and pretend to be stupid,

clearly interested. "So, did the Robertsons really sell their

a hint of satisfaction in her expression. "Yes, they did. And when I found out, I decided to

the start of revenge

lips curved into a smile at

"Something unexpected obviously. Gretta Robertson begged me not to take the house. Said it held sentimental value. I decided to be generous and

I didn't leave empty-handed. I asked for something

curiosity was piqued. "What did

any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk

She took a seat on the couch

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

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