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."

I have a connection-someone who can put

on

lips curled into a devious grin. "I want

Lisa's eyes flickered, replaced by confusion. "Burn? What do you mean? I thought we were trying to

will be attending the show because her friend took part in the

said, waving her hand dismissively. "But that's not the point. The important thing is for you to follow

trying to piece it all together. "So, what exactly

"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 puzzled. "Loosen the lights? And how's that supposed to

eventually fall. When they do, they'll

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

we go with my plan, it'll be much harder for them

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

I want you to

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

in their minds. The thrill of it

so tightly it was a wonder it didn't shatter

up inside her, mixing with frustration like a volatile cocktail. She took a deep breath, but it didn't do much to calm her down. How could Lisa be so...so