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

"Interesting," the man drawled. "So, you came here to tell me about my father's death after all this

"I lost contact with your mother," he explained, trying

chair in front of the table. Robert obeyed, taking a seat. "What's your name?" he asked, trying to gather as much Intonation

his eyes gleaming in the

nodded, though the name felt strange on his tongue. "Eligos," he repeated, trying to keep his tone respectful. "I contacted you because I need help." Eligos smirked, leaning forward.

said, his

most. And now look at you, trying to be

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

you want," Robert said quickly, relief flooding through

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

into his briefcase and pulled out a document. He slid it across the table toward Eligos, who continued to stare at him with his icy gaze. As Eligos picked up the document and began flipping through the pages,

aloud, his voice

the details.

the one who killed my father?" Eligos aslund

who caused it. She is a dangerous woman and will do anything to get

wants

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

do to Claire?" ligos asked,

in, his expression one of grim determination. "I want you to nain her. Take everything, she holds dear. Destroyer reputation, her

a document. The warmth of the drink and the quiet hum of the building provided a comforting backdrop to her focused work. Suddenly, the doorbust open, and Sandra care running inside,

in the

heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, setting

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

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

screen in

can this

don't know," Matthew splied, hisvolte strained. "But it looks like someone

do, as the hacker appeared to be a professional Clane

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