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!"

sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Gretta, listen to

frustration bubbled over, and she snapped, "I will not just sit back and

thin as he warned her sternly, "Gretta, I have

Gretta seething in the backyard. Her nails dug

hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air.

wait and see, Claire. I will not just

Matthew, sprawled in her chair with his legs propped up on the table. A mischievous smirk played on Claire's lips as an idea formed

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

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

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

the confrontation with the Robertsons go?"

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

leaned in, clearly interested. "So, did the Robertsons really sell

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

the start of revenge

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

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

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

piqued. "What did

playful 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 asked, her tone turned serious yet composed. "Let me grab the file." He replied before

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

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

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