New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 333

Gretta could hardly believe the news. Lisa? On trial? What in the world had she gotten herself into now? Shaking her head, Gretta tried to make sense of it all. Lisa wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and Gretta knew that. She was impulsive, clumsy, and often jumped into things without a second thought.

But a trial? This was the next level of chaos, even for Lisa.

The last time they’d hatched a plan together, things had gone sideways fast. They were supposed to hurt Claire, their common enemy, in one of their elaborate, not-so-well-thought-out revenge schemes. But that had been weeks ago, and Gretta had taken a break from the whole Claire drama. She’d needed to lay low, gather more intel, and wait for the perfect time to strike.

She wasn’t one to rush into things—unlike Lisa, who apparently had no chill whatsoever.

“Honestly, Lisa, what the hell have you done now?” Gretta muttered under her breath, pacing her living room. “Is she trying to get herself killed?”

With a huff, Gretta made up her mind. She had to go see Lisa and get to the bottom of this madness. Standing up from her plush velvet couch, she slipped into her signature all-black outfit, complete with oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat. She wasn’t about to let anyone recognize her—not with the image she had to uphold.

She couldn’t have people thinking she was associating with someone like Lisa—especially not when Lisa was sitting in a jail cell.

“Drop me at Rosewood Police Station,” she told her chauffeur as she slid into the back of her sleek black town car. The drive wasn’t long, but Gretta felt like she was losing precious brain cells just thinking about what Lisa might have done. How had things spiraled so far out of control?

Within thirty minutes, they arrived. Gretta wasted no time, stepping out of the car and striding purposefully into the police station, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. She approached the front desk, where a bored-looking officer sat flipping through paperwork.

“I need to see someone,” she said, flashing a tight smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

The officer raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And who would that be?”

“Lisa Thompson,” Gretta replied smoothly, though her irritation was rising. This wasn’t exactly how she liked to spend her afternoon.

The officer leaned back in his chair, eyeing her up and down. “What’s your relation to her? And why do you need to see her?”

Gretta’s fake smile faltered. This was getting tiresome. Without missing a beat, she leaned in closer, her fingers dipping into her designer handbag. Pulling out a crisp stack of bills, she slipped them across the desk, giving the officer a pointed look. His expression softened, and Gretta could see the twinkle of greed in his eyes. People were so predictable. Money really did make the world go ’round.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” the officer said, handing her a visitor’s card. “And don’t do anything stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gretta purred before turning on her heel and heading toward the visitation area.

Another officer, this one standing guard by the door, inspected her card and buzzed her in. She found herself seated at one of the visitation booths, a thick pane of glass separating her from the prisoner on the other side. The whole setup felt incredibly surreal, like she’d stumbled into a bad crime movie.

After a few moments, Lisa was escorted in, wrists cuffed and a sour look on her face. She plopped down on the seat across from Gretta, clearly not thrilled about the situation. Gretta picked up the phone on her side of the glass, leaning back in her seat with a relaxed, almost casual posture.

“Lisa,” Gretta began, her voice calm and measured. “How are you holding up?”

Lisa raised her eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up. Didn’t think you’d be visiting me in this fine establishment.”