Chapter 107:
The suggestion made Ashley’s heart pound fiercely. Rumors of Freya’s prowess in medicine had reached her ears. Was it possible something was seriously wrong with her brain?
Ashley voiced her concern, her tone laced with unease. “What’s wrong with my brain?”
“It might just be slightly off-track,” Freya responded, her voice dripping with indifference.
Ashley clenched her cup so tightly her knuckles turned pale. Her glare was lethal enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
Freya remained largely silent after that.
When Freya rose to depart, Ashley shadowed her to the doorway.
There, Ashley seized Freya’s arm.
Freya jerked back, as though Ashley’s touch was repulsive, her annoyance palpable. “What do you want?”
“I want to show you that Kristian will choose me over you,” Ashley whispered, her voice a dangerous murmur that nonetheless reached Freya’s ears.
In that instant, Freya saw Ashley not with sympathy but with a sorrowful pity, recognizing the self-inflicted nature of her predicament. She stared at Ashley, her words heavy with unspoken truths. “He chose you long before today.”
She was baffled by Ashley’s relentless fixation on Kristian, unable to grasp why she yearned for confirmation of his love when he clearly belonged to her already. The whole situation struck her as ludicrous.
In Ashley’s eyes, there flared a wild, desperate resolve.
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She ditched Kristian because he cut her off.”
As Frederick rattled on, Freya’s bewilderment only deepened. Her interest remained nonexistent.
“You shouldn’t be prying into people’s lives like this; remember, hacking is not just frowned upon—it’s illegal here.”
“But don’t you have even a sliver of curiosity?” Frederick implored.
“Not the slightest,” Freya replied curtly.
With a firm press of a button, she ended the call, her decision clear and final.
The reasons behind Ashley’s return and the details of her breakup were as irrelevant to her as ever.
She remained uninvolved as long as it didn’t impact her directly.
In the meantime, Ashley made her way back to the upscale apartment Kristian had secured for her and dialed his number, her voice quivering with emotion as she relayed Freya’s actions earlier that day.
Her voice, thick with distress, conveyed her shock. “I never imagined she would say something like that. Do you think this will tarnish Lionel’s view of me?”
“Why did you even meet with her?” Kristian queried, his brow creased in frustration, his desk cluttered with documents awaiting his attention.
The sound of Ashley’s sobbing ceased abruptly. “Was it a mistake?”
“Freya should not be involved in our affairs. Leave your concerns to me; I’ll sort them out.”
Although Kristian’s tone was calm, there was a trace of exhaustion in his words as he instructed, “Please, don’t bring our issues to her again.”
“I’m truly sorry,” Ashley murmured.
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