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.

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

man behind the table smiled, a grin so sinister it made Robert's skin crawl. "Interesting," the man drawled. "So, you came

your mother," he explained,

the chair in front of the table. Robert obeyed, taking

gleaming in the half-light.

you because I need help." Eligos smirked, leaning forward. Tattoos covered his arms, his sleeves rolled up

friend," Robert said, his voice firm. "I used to help

"You left my father when he needed you the most.

to keep his composure. "Your father understood my decision. I was living in poverty then. Eligos stared at him for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Fine, I'll

pay you any amount of money you want," Robert said quickly,

need me to catch. If it's interesting enough, I'll help. If

continued to stare at him with his icy gaze. As Eligos picked up the

pead aloud, his voice dripping with

page, his gaze hardening as he absorbed the details. Robert could see the intensity in his

one who killed my father?" Eligos aslund coldly, his voor barely

with bitterness, "Yes, she is the one who caused it. She is a

wants

burning 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

do to Claire?" ligos asked, his voice low and

of grim determination. "I want you to nain her. Take everything, she

coffee and reviewing a document. The warmth of the drink and the quiet hum of the building provided a comforting backdrop

There's a breach in

doing, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, setting her coffee cup

she said, following Sandra out of the office and down the hall to the control ama

center of it, his fingers trying over the keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to contain the situation. "Marthew, what's

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

eyes widened in shock "How can this happen? We

splied, hisvolte strained. "But it looks like someone managed to get

None of them seemed to know what to do, as the hacker appeared to be a professional Clane tonkadeep breath, trying to steady herself. She sat down next to Matthew and began typing furiously, trying