New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 213

“What the fuck?!” Lisa spun around, her heart racing as she tried to figure out who had just yanked her away from Claire.

“Quiet, or she’ll spot you,” the woman hissed, throwing Lisa a stern glare. “Follow me.”

Lisa stood her ground, frowning. “Where and why?”

The woman sighed dramatically and stepped closer. “Don’t you remember me? I’m Gretta. I invited you to golfing a month ago. Ring a bell?”

Lisa squinted, thinking back. Then it hit her. “Gretta! Yeah, I remember. But what the hell are you doing here, and why did you just ruin my plan?”

Gretta rolled her eyes, grabbing Lisa by the arm and carefully pulling her out of the club, making sure Claire didn’t notice them sneaking out. Once they were outside, they hopped into Gretta’s car. Gretta quickly told her driver to go, and as they sped away, Lisa’s irritation bubbled over.

“Alright, Gretta, what’s the big idea? Why’d you drag me into your car?” Lisa demanded, crossing her arms and glaring.

Gretta turned to her, her expression serious. “What you were about to do back there was wrong, Lisa.”

Lisa scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t expect you to be so kind to Claire. What, you like her now?”

“Oh, please.” Gretta waved her hand dismissively. “I still can’t stand Claire. But your plan was stupid. You could’ve ended up in jail! Do you really want that?”

Lisa hesitated, her defiance wavering as she thought about it. Her hands dropped to her lap, and she sighed. “Honestly, it’d be better than watching Claire live her happy little life. She ruined mine, Gretta. My wedding, my career, and now my public image? I have every right to go through with my plan.”

Gretta’s eyes narrowed. “Okay, let’s say you did stab Claire, but she survives. Your life would be completely ruined. If you want revenge, you’ve got to be smart about it.”

Lisa frowned, curiosity piqued. “And what exactly are you thinking?”

A sly smile spread across Gretta’s lips. “I’ve got a better plan. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to see Claire fall. I’m sick of her succeeding at everything.”

Lisa watched as Gretta’s expression turned dark, a sneer curling her lips as she thought of Claire. Then Gretta’s gaze returned to Lisa, and she stretched out her hand. “Together, we can bring Claire down. So, what do you say?”

Lisa glanced at Gretta’s outstretched palm, her own lips curling into a smirk. She shook Gretta’s hand firmly. “Deal. Let’s bring Claire down.”

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Claire heard a knock on her penthouse door. She groaned, glancing at the clock. It was only 6 AM. Who could be here this early?

Dragging herself out of bed, she shuffled to the door and opened it to find Matthew standing there, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. In one hand, he held two cups of coffee, and in the other, a paper bag that looked suspiciously like it contained pastries.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Matthew chirped, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

Claire raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here, Matthew? And at this hour?”

He flashed her a mischievous grin. “I’m ready for the prototype showing today! Figured I’d bring breakfast.”

Claire stared at him, then glanced at the clock again, just to be sure she hadn’t misread it. “The meeting doesn’t start for another three hours. You do know that, right?”

“Better safe than sorry!” Matthew replied with a wink, placing the coffee and pastry on her dining table like he owned the place.

Claire shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Part of my charm,” he said, flopping down on one of her dining chairs. “Come on, sit. We can have breakfast together. You don’t want this croissant to get cold, do you?”