New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 39 Unexpected visitor

?" Claire's voice was calm yet

"Matthew, have you found any suspicious transactions in Robert's bank accounts or any linked accounts?" serious, her eyes fixed on Matthew as he sifted through digital records on his laptop.

In the headquarters, Claire ask Matthew to track Robert bank activity after she froze it by hacking to the system. Matthew, a skilled analyst with a knack for uncovering hidden truths, shook his head slightly. "Not currently, Claire. There haven't been any recent transactions that raise red flags."

Claire sighed, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. "The last transaction was a week ago, a large sum, right?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes, that's correct.

Claire's mind raced as she considered the implications. "I think Robert may have realized that the account was frozen, and he hasn't made any attempts to retrieve the funds."

Matthew furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "That's possible. It could mean he's changed his tactics or has other plans in motion." Claire leaned back in her chair, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. "Trying to decipher Robert's motives is like playing a ending game of chess."

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Matthew turned his attention fully to Claire, his eyes serious. "Why don't you just confront him directly? It seems like a more straightforward approach than playing this cat-and-mouse game."

Claire shook her head, her expression resolute. "I can't confront him without concrete evidence, Matthew. I need something tangible, not just assumption.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "But how long will you keep playing this game? Aren't you tired of the constant uncertainty?"NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Claire sighed, her gaze shifting to the expansive view outside the window. "I am certain. I just need enough information to make a decisive move. Until then, we have to keep digging."

Matthew nodded, understanding Claire's strategies. "Fair enough. Maybe we can start by confronting Robert about the house. It' your parents' house, and if he's sold it without your consent, then...that could be the first step to figure something out."

Claire considered Matthew's suggestion. "You're right. Confronting him about the house might just rattle him enough to reveal his true intentions or at least scare him."

The gears in her mind were already turning, formulating a plan to confront Robert.

Matthew watched her, his expression supportive yet cautious. "Just be careful, Claire. We don't know how far Robert is willing to go."

"I will Don't worry about me."

Claire shot Matthew with a reassuring smile.

Claire have to be ready with whatever Robert has in store for her.

At the Robertson household, Gretta sat at the dining room table; her expression etched with annoyance as she waited for Robert to join her. When Robert finally descended the stairs and took his seat at the head of the table, Gretta's frown deepened. As Robert began to eat his lunch, Gretta couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Robert, we need to talk about last night's conversation," she said, her voice tinged with urgency.

Robert glanced up from his plate, his brows furrowing. "What conversation are you referring to?" he asked, his tone guarded. Gretta sighed harshly. "The one about the frozen account. I heard you," she admitted, her eyes fixed on Robert's face. Robert's gaze hardened as he placed his utensil down, his irritation evident. "And what of it?" he replied curtly.

Gretta stared at him in disbelief. "What are you going to do about it? Are you just going to ignore the fact that our account has been frozen?"

Robert took a sip of water, his jaw set. "I have my ways of dealing with it. My trusted men are already working on a solution," he stated confidently.

Gretta pressed further, her concern palpable. "Do you have any idea who might have frozen the account?

Robert's expression darkened. "I have a hunch that Claire might be behind it," he admitted, his voice laced with bitterness.

Gretta's eyes widened at the mention of Claire. "Claire? That means she's onto us. She knows about our scheme," she realized aloud, a

Hinge of fear creeping into her voice.

et shrugged nonchalantly, picking up his utensil to resume eating. "Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. Maybe she's just playing ganes," he remarked casually, though his demeanor hinted at underlying tension. Gretta watched Robert eat, her mind racing with worry. She threw her napkin onto her plate and crossed her arms over her chest, unable to contain her frustration any longer.

Robert noticed her agitation and sighed, asking, "What's wrong, Gretta?"

"How can you be so calm about this?" Gretta blurted out.

"Claire is one step ahead. She's taking our money and everything we own. She's already throw you as the CEO, and who knows what she'll do next?"

Robert's temper flared at the mention of the CEO position. He slammed his utensil down on his plate, causing Gretta to flinch. "Don't bring up about that." he snapped, his voice sharp with anger. Gretta, undeterred by Robert's reaction, continued to voice her concerns.

"We have to do something. Robert. We can't just sit here and let Claire ruin us. Maybe we should hire someone to take care of her, you know, make her disappear," she suggested, her desperation evident

Robert's eyes narrowed as he stood up abruptly from the table, his gaze fixed on Gretta. "Don't be foolish, Gretta. We can't do anything that will raise suspicion," he warned, his tone firm.

"I don't care! I don't want to see Claire winning and take everything thar's ours.

Robert's expression hardened as he stared at his wife. "Gretta, we're already deep enough. We can't escalate things further. I won't allow you to do something stupid."

"Try me, Robert " Gretta's jaw clenched as she glared

glared back at Robert.

She stormed out of the room, heading back to her room.

Gretta paced back and forth, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. "Robert may not want to act, but I can't just stand by and watch everything fall apart," she muttered to herself.

Claire arrived at the Robertson mansion the next day, her mind set on taking Matthew's suggestion into consideration. She pressed the doorbell, waiting patiently as the grand doors swung open. A maid greeted her warmly, inviting her inside with a polite smile. "Good morning, ma'am. How may I assist you?" the maid inquired; her demeanor respectful.

Claire returned the smile, her voice poised as she spoke. "I'm here to see Gretta and Robert."

The main nodded, offering to inform the couple about Claire's presence. "I'll let them know ma'am."

Claire declined with a wave of her hand. "That won't be necessary. I'll just go and greet them myself."

The maid nodded. "Of course, ma'am. They are at the backyard."

"Thank you."

Claire's heels clicked lightly on the marble floor as she made her way towards the backyard.

Claire spotted Gretta seated at a patio table, sipping tea and engrossed in a magazine. Nearby, Robert was playing soccer with their

Son

"Ah, what a wonderful view," Claire greeted them with a hint of sarcasm, causing Gretta to glance up from her reading and Robert to pause mid-game with their son

Claire's smirk deepened as she observed their surprised expressions.

"Claire, what are you doing here?"