New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 232 Pathetic

Gretta stood on her grand balcony; her gaze fixed on the dark, starry sky. The cool night breeze played with her hair as she swirled the wine in her glass, the red liquid catching the moonlight. She couldn't shake the frustration gnawing at her. Her plan had failed, and the disappointment weighed heavily on her.

Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Lisa last night at the hospital. In truth, it wasn't Gretta's intention to visit her but for some reason, she needed to know Lisa's reasoning for messing up their plan.

"How hard to accept the truth that Alexander will not get back into her arms? How dense can she be?" Gretta muttered angrily.

The cold wind caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes, and the memory of her conversation with Lisa replayed in her mind like a scene from a movie.

*Flashback*

Gretta had invited Lisa over to her mansion that afternoon. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the beautifully manicured backyard. They sat by the garden, sipping tea from fine China cups, the epitome of elegance at least on the surface.

Lisa leaned forward, curiosity evident in her eyes. "So, Gretta, what's this idea you have for dealing with Claire? You called me over here, so I'm guessing it's something big?"

Gretta took a slow sip of her tea, savoring the moment before responding. "I've heard there's going to be a fashion show," she said with a cool smile.

Lisa's eyebrows shot up. "A fashion show? What's that got to do with us? Or do you want me to audition as a model?" Her tone was half-joking, but there was a hint of genuine confusion. Gretta rolled her eyes, setting her cup down on the table with a soft clink. "Please, Lisa, we're not here to discuss your career. I want you to attend the fashion show as an ordinary guest." Lisa blinked, still puzzled. "Okay... but how am I supposed to attend? I don't exactly have an invitation lying around."

"Leave that to me. I have a connection-someone who can put you on the guest list. You'll be in, no

eyes lit up with excitement. She leaned in closer, practically hanging on to Gretta's every

devious grin. "I

by confusion. "Burn? What do you mean? I thought we were trying to

confidence. "Claire will be attending the show because her friend took part in the

that's not the point. The important thing is for you to

it all together. "So, what exactly do you want me

dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I need you to loosen the ceiling lights but make sure to be discreet. I don't want to hear people finding out that you sabotage the fashion show." Lisa's expression remained

loose, they'll eventually fall. When they do, they'll cause a

into concern. "Wouldn't it be easier to just light a match and set the place on fire? That seems like

that's too obvious. If we go with my plan, it'll be much harder for them to

this, her mind working through the details. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. So, I go to the fashion show,

job isn't done there. I want you to make sure

dawning. "Got it. Trap Claire, set the scene, and let the fire do the rest. Your plans are wicked. I can't wait

two women exchanged a glance, and then they both burst into laughter, their wicked plan coming together in their minds. The thrill of it was intoxicating, the

eyes snapped open, and she gripped the wine glass so tightly it was a wonder it

like a volatile cocktail. She took a deep breath, but it didn't