New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 141

Chapter 141 "It's been a while"

claice stepped into her favorite boutique, the soft hum of classical music providing a soothing backdrop to her shopping

The stone had just released it collection, and Claire was eager to see the latest trends. As she browsed through the elegant dresses, her fingers grizing the tie fabrics, she felt a presence nearby sweetness

"Claire, darling It's beenages," a voice called out, dripping with fascess

claire turned and raised her eyebrows, immediately recognizing Getta. She knew well enough that any greeting from Getta was bound to he laced with sacarm

"resta,"Claire nodded politely, her face neutral.

"then a while since we last saw each other," Greita continued, her tone sugary sweet but her eyes sharp and calculating.

Claise knew betterthun tot dia's words "yes, it hai," she replied nonchalantly, recoming her attention to the dress.

Gretta stood near the display of high-end clothes, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "So, Claire, how does it feel to have Venus take the HP project from Metacortex?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Claire turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She scoffed in amusement before responding, "How does it feel to have a husband who sold his shares to me?"

Robert selling his shares still stung, but there was nothing she could do about it, and neither could he. She struggled to maintain her compose, but the invitation was evident in her eye. Claire's gaze shifted to a luurious handbag on the counter, and she

shot up, and she stared at Claire spiciously. "What do you mean by that?"

enjoying the moment. "Look at the news yourself, Ghetta. I wouldn't want to give you a

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now."

Robert is no longer working with you, Claire, you don't have any rights or control over our family Claire couldn't help but

"she demanded; berimitation evident

the business" Gretta's law tightened as she glared at Claire. The tension between them

to be outdone, hastily matched the items from the rack, her movements almost desperate. Caine watched her, asmirk playing

anger. "You always think you're so much better than

her calm demeanor. "I don't need to think

clutched the dress and bag tightly, her laudes white. "You won't always be on top,

she hissed.

not," Claire replied smoothly, "but today isn't

and took a step closer. "You may have the upper hand now, but

to bottom. The comer of

disgust. "You always have your way with words, huh, Clare? You think you are

"I don't think I'm smart.

mix of resentment and frustration Without another word, she turned on her heel and

was a sign of insecurity and