New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41 The start of revenge? 

Gretta’s heart raced with anxiety as Claire’s figure disappeared from view, leaving her alone with Robert in the mansion’s grand backyard. 

she even fit 

find out?” she blurted out to Robert, her voice tinged with panic. 

“What are we going to do about this? How did she 

Robert’s expression hardened as he turned to face Gretta. “Calm down, Gretta. There is nothing we can do,” he said sternly, his tone brooking no argument. 

But Gretta was already on a rant, her emotions spilling out in a torrent of words. “I told you, Robert! I knew Claire was after the mansion. And now she’s taken my jewelry too! It’s not fair!” 

Robert’s glare silenced her instantly. “That necklace is not even yours to begin with,” he reminded her sharply. “You stole Mary necklace.” 

Gretta’s face flushed with embarrassment, but her anger quickly flared up again. “I did not stole it! you gave it to me. You didn’t even fight back when she ask for the necklace!” 

“Then what do you want me to do, huh? Argue with her? She has the upper hand now, Gretta. I have lost my position, and I can’t lose anything anymore. ” 

Gretta snapped. “Then you should do something instead of laying low or or playing hide and seek.” 

“Do what? Eliminate her?” Robert sighed as he look into his wife’s eyes. “Claire is smarter than I thought. She even found out about the house. So, anything we do will just make it worse.” 

Gretta gritted her teeth in anger. 

“That d 

doesn’t matter! She’s taking everything that belongs to us!” 

Robert let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Gretta, listen to me. We can’t do anything reckless. We need to handle this situation carefully.” 

Gretta’s frustration bubbled over, and she snapped, “I will not just sit back and let her walk all over us!” 

Robert’s patience wore thin as he warned her sternly, “Gretta, I have warned you before. Don’t do anything stupid. You understand me?” 

With that, Robert turned and headed inside the house, leaving Gretta seething in the backyard. Her nails dug into her palms as tears of anger and frustration welled up in her eyes. 

In a fit of rage, Gretta grabbed a nearby teacup and hurled it to the ground, the shattering sound echoing in the quiet evening air. She let out a primal scream, her emotions boiling over. 

will take that necklace back just you wait and see, Claire. I will not just stand still 

Claire strode confidently through the bustling headquarters of her side gig. As she made her way to her office, she couldn’t help but notice Matthew, sprawled in her chair with his legs propped up on the table. 

A mischievous smirk played on Claire’s lips as an idea formed in her mind. 

Quietly, she retrieved her phone and found an alarm drill sound on YouTube. Placing it near Matthew’s ear as she played the sound. The sudden blare echoes through the room waking Matthew from his sleeping state. 

His eyes widen from the alarm sound. “Is there a fire?” 

Claire couldn’t contain her laughter, quickdy stopping the sound. It took a moment for Matthew to realize it was just a prank, and he shot Claire a playful glare before settling back into the chair with a groan. 

“Why’d you do that?” Matthew asked, still slightly disoriented from the sudden wake–up call. 

Claire chuckled, taking a seat at her desk. “It’s the only way to wake you up sometimes, Matthew,” 

As he rubbed his eyes, Matthew shifted the conversation to a recent confrontation Claire had with the Robertsons. 

“How did the confrontation with the Robertsons go?” Matthew inquired; curiosity evident in his tone. 

Claire shrugged nonchalantly. “As expected, they denied twice and pretend to be stupid, but I held my ground.” 

Matthew leaned in, clearly interested. “So, did the Robertsons really sell their house?” 

Claire nodded, a hint of satisfaction in her expression. “Yes, they did. And when I found out, I decided to ask for their mansion in return. Fair trade, right?” 

the start of revenge 

Matthew’s lips curved into a smile at Claire’s bold move. “And what happened?” 

Claire’s smile widened as she leaned back in her chair. “Something unexpected obviously. Gretta Robertson begged me not to take the house. Said it held sentimental value. I decided to be generous and not press further.” 

Matthew nodded appreciatively, impressed by Claire’s tact. “You’re too kind sometimes, Claire.” 

Claire waved off the compliment modestly, “I try. But I didn’t leave empty–handed. I asked for something even better.” 

Matthew’s curiosity was piqued. “What did you ask for then?” 

Claire leaned in closer, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’ll just have to wait and see, Matthew. Anyway, do you have any updates on Allan Smith, the drunk driver?” Claire asked, her tone turned serious yet composed. 

“Let me grab the file.” He replied before heading back to his office. 

Moments later, Matthew returned with a file in hand, which he handed to Claire. She took a seat on the couch and opened the file, her eyes scanning the contents 

Inside, Claire found a photo of Allan Smith along with his personal information. “He was 36 when he died, a truck driver,” Claire read aloud, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. 

Flipping to the next page, Claire’s eyes widened as she read further. “He had a family and a son,” she remarked, glancing Matthew for confirmation. 

up at 

Matthew took a seat across from Claire, his expression serious. “Yes, that’s correct. But when I tried to track down his family, I hit a dead end. Still working on it though.”