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."

widened, taking on a wicked edge. "Leave that to me. I have a

up with excitement. She leaned in closer, practically hanging on to Gretta's every word. "What do you need

grin. "I want the venue

flickered, replaced by confusion. "Burn? What do you mean? I thought we were trying to get to Claire, not destroy a

be attending the show because her friend took part in

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

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

ceiling lights but make sure to be discreet. I don't

eventually fall. When they do,

"Wouldn't it be easier to just light a match and set

too obvious. If we go with my plan, it'll be much harder for them to trace the cause. The fire will seem like

nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. So, I go to the

want you to make sure Claire

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

into laughter, their wicked plan coming together in their minds. The thrill of it was intoxicating, the idea of finally getting back

gripped the wine glass so tightly it was a

mixing with frustration like a volatile cocktail. She took a deep breath, but it didn't do much to calm her down.