New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 “It’s been a while” 

claice stepped into her favorite boutique, the soft hum of classical music providing a soothing backdrop to her shopping 

The stone had just released it collection, and Claire was eager to see the latest trends. As she browsed through the elegant dresses, her fingers grizing the tie fabrics, she felt a presence nearby 

sweetness 

“Claire, darling It’s beenages,” a voice called out, dripping with fascess 

claire turned and raised her eyebrows, immediately recognizing Getta. She knew well enough that any greeting from Getta was bound to he laced with sacarm 

“resta,“Claire nodded politely, her face neutral. 

“then a while since we last saw each other,” Greita continued, her tone sugary sweet but her eyes sharp and calculating. 

Claise knew betterthun tot dia’s words “yes, it hai,” she replied nonchalantly, recoming her attention to the dress. 

Gretta stood near the display of high–end clothes, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “So, Claire, how does it feel to have Venus take the HP project from Metacortex?” she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. 

Claire turned to her, raising an eyebrow. She scoffed in amusement before responding, “How does it feel to have a husband who sold his shares to me?” 

Gretta’s face darkened with annoyance. The bitter memory of Robert selling his shares still stung, but there was nothing she could do about it, and neither could he. She struggled to maintain her compose, but the invitation was evident in her eye. 

Claire’s gaze shifted to a luurious handbag on the counter, and she spoke arrogantly, “I don’t really need 117. I’ve already found a replacement that’s far more powerful.” 

Gretta’s eyebrows shot up, and she stared at Claire spiciously. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, not hiding her disbelief. 

Claire smirked, enjoying the moment. “Look at the news yourself, Ghetta. I wouldn’t want to give you a heart attack” 

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“Why should You are probably lying” Gretta scotted and turned her attention to the clothes in front of her. Her smile faltered slightly before she pressed on. Anyway, since Robert is no longer working with you, Claire, you don’t have any rights or control over our family now.” 

Claire couldn’t help but let out a rich, genuine laugh. Gretta frowned, clearly not expecting that reaction. “What’s so 

“she demanded; berimitation evident 

“oh, Gretta,” Claire said, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re hilarious. I never controlled the Robertson family. You and Robert made it seem that way. Tenly did what was necessary for the business” 

Gretta’s law tightened as she glared at Claire. The tension between them was palpable. Deciding not to engage farther, Claire cumed her attention back to the dress and a matching bag she had been eyeing 

Gretta, not to be outdone, hastily matched the items from the rack, her movements almost desperate. Caine watched her, asmirk playing on her lips. “Now, who’s the one starting things?” she said mockingly, referring to their earlier interaction, 

Gretta’s face flushed with anger. “You always think you’re so much better than everyone else, don’t you. Claire?” 

Claine shrugged, maintaining her calm demeanor. “I don’t need to think it, detta Actions speak louder than words.” 

chetta opened her mouth to petort but seemed to think better of it. She clutched the dress and bag tightly, her laudes white. “You won’t always be on top, Clair,” 

she hissed. 

“Maybe not,” Claire replied smoothly, “but today isn’t that day.” 

Gretta narrowed her eyes and took a step closer. “You may have the upper hand now, but things change. Don’t get too comfortable.” 

Claire leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “comfortable? I thrive in discomfort, Dretta. That’s the difference between you and me.” She sized Gatta from top to bottom. The comer of her lips curl up to a slik. “You should be ashamed of yourself for bushing a twenty–five–year–old woman who did nothing but shopping” Claire said innocently. 

She scoffed staring at her with disgust. “You always have your way with words, huh, Clare? You think you are smart just because you can talk back.” 

Claire shoot her a smug smile. “I don’t think I’m smart. Jam smart,” 

Gotta stared at her for a long moment, her eyes filled with a mix of resentment and frustration Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed off, taking the dress and bag with her 

Claire watched her go, shaking her head slightly. She knew Gretta’s behavior was a sign of insecurity and desperation. Feeling bothered, Claire continued her shopping, selecting a few other pieces that caught herege