New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 142

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"Harris Hotel announces new branch in collaboration with Metacortex."

Gretta's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the headline. Her fingers trembled slightly as she scrolled through the article, reading about the groundbreaking technology Metacortex was bringing to the project and how it would revolutionize the hotel industry "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath. "Claire always gets everything while my husband gets nothing! I still couldn't believe he sold his shares."

Frustration surged within her, and she cursed under her breath. It seemed like every time she tried to compete with Claire or even take her down a notch, it backfired spectacularly. Claire always emerged unscathed, while Gretta ended up humillated. Gretta's thoughts raced as she pondered her next move. There had to be a way to bring Claire down, to finally wipe that smug look off her face. She was tired of being the one who always ended up embarrassed.

This time, she vowed, it would be different.

Maybe it is time to call a backup, Gretta thought to herself. She knew dealing with Claire would be difficult and also knew it won't be easy to take her down.

She dialed a number and on the third rings it answer.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"I guess it is time for us to meet." Gretta said with a smirked.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"I guess it is time for us to meet." Gretta said with a smirked. Chapter 143 Chaotle mess

Robert had arranged to meet with his family old partner in crime.

They had agreed to meet in an abandoned, dark building on the outskirts of the city. As Robert stepped inside, he couldn't help but look around in disgust. The place was dank and reeked of mold.

"Some things never change," he muttered to himself, shaking his head at the lack of class his old mate still exhibited.

Two men suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path. Without a word, they motioned for him to follow. They led him into a dimly lit room. It was so dark that Robert could barely make out the figures of two other men standing guard at the back. In the center of the room was a rusty table, and behind it sat a shadowy figure, half-hidden by the light that barely illuminated the space.

to see the man's face. "I have information about your father," he said, his voice

the man drawled. "So,

contact with your mother," he explained, trying to

commanded, gesturing to the chair in front of the table. Robert obeyed, taking a

the man replied, his eyes gleaming in the half-light. "Just call

you because I need help." Eligos smirked, leaning forward. Tattoos covered his arms, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate designs. "And why should † help you?" he asked, his voice

father's friend," Robert said, his voice firm. "I used to

most. And now look at you, trying to be

in poverty then. Eligos stared at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Fine, I'll help you. But remember, there's

pay you any amount of money you

If it's interesting enough, I'll help. If not, well, you can find your own way out of

the table toward Eligos, who continued to stare at him with his icy gaze. As Eligos

his voice dripping with disdain. "CEO

to the next page, his gaze hardening as he absorbed the

father?" Eligos aslund coldly, his

nodded, his voice steady but laced with bitterness, "Yes, she is the one who caused it. She is a dangerous woman and will do

wants

hatred. He stared at Claire's picture, het smiling face mocking him. Slowly, he pulled out a match, struckit, and let the flare lick the edges of her photograph. He watched as the fire consumed her image,

to Claire?" ligos asked, his voice low

"I want you to nain her. Take everything, she holds dear. Destroyer reputation, her

sipping her coffee and reviewing a document. The warmth of the drink and the quiet hum of the building provided a

There's a breach in the system!" Sandra exclaimed,

her chest. She stood up, setting her coffee cup down with a

Sandra out of the office and down the hall to the control ama

the scene was chaotic. The monitors were hazy, filled with indecipherable codes and flashing wanings. Matthew was at the center of it, his fingers trying over the keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to contain the situation. "Marthew, what's going

his focus entirely on the screen in front of him. "Someone's breaching Metacortex," he

can this happen? We have the most secure

strained. "But it looks like

appeared to be a professional Clane tonkadeep breath, trying to steady herself. She sat down next to Matthew and began typing