Chapter 253 Playing Games

Claire sipped her wine. Gretta Robertson’s voice broke through Claire’s thoughts, sweet as sugar but just as artificial. “How have you been, Claire?” Gretta asked, her smile a touch too wide to be genuine. “I’ve heard you’ve been quite busy lately.” Claire knew Gretta couldn’t care less if she was alive or dead. Still, she played along, placing her glass down and pasting on a fake smile. “Oh, you know how it is, Gretta. Just keeping busy with work.” Robert, Gretta’s husband, who had been mostly quiet throughout the evening, raised an eyebrow. “Busy with what, exactly? It must be something interesting if it’s keeping you busy." There was a glint in Robert’s eyes that Claire didn’t like. He was fishing for information, clearly aware of more than he let on. But Claire wasn’t about to hand him anything on a silver platter. Instead, she feigned tiredness, letting out a heavy sigh. “Honestly, Robert, it’s been a struggle lately.” Robert’s interest piqued, and he leaned forward, resting