Chapter 121:
Lost in her thoughts, she reflected on the evening’s unfolding events. A crease formed between her eyebrows as she mulled things over, and eventually, she decided to call Frederick. There were matters that needed delving into.
The moment the call was answered, Frederick’s voice, laced with confusion, rang out. “Freya?”
“I need you to check something for me,” she began, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. “Find out if Kristian has any close female friends,” Freya expressed her suspicion. “Or if someone has taken a particular liking to him.”
The recent string of unsettling incidents weighed heavily on her mind—Ashley’s tragic accident and assault, and her own attack earlier that night. She couldn’t shake the feeling that these events were interconnected.
Even though the perpetrator behind Ashley’s accident had been apprehended, her instincts screamed that the matter was far from resolved. She harbored suspicions that one mastermind was behind all these acts. This person, she believed, was intent on sabotaging both her and Ashley’s reputations in Kristian’s eyes.
The allegation against Freya concerning the car accident had almost turned Kristian against her, if not for her composed handling of the situation. The rape of Ashley seemed designed to tarnish Freya’s image in Kristian’s view, a plan foiled by his unwavering love and concern for her.
Regarding the attack she endured that night, the assailants had attempted to tarnish her reputation right in front of Kristian. The underlying motive was clear: to turn Kristian against her.
If both she and Ashley were sidelined, the path would be clear for someone else to claim the coveted role of Kristian’s wife—an outcome orchestrated by the mastermind behind these malicious deeds.
“Are you certain you want me to look into this matter?” Frederick asked, his voice tinged with hesitation after hearing her request. Freya responded with unwavering conviction, “Yes.”
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Though confused by her insistence, Frederick nodded. “I’ll handle it.”
“Forward me any information you discover,” she instructed.
“Of course.”
After concluding their conversation, Freya set her phone aside, pulled the blanket over herself, and drifted into sleep.
The following morning, she awoke to a message from Frederick: “I spent the entire night investigating but found nothing significant. The only woman who approached him appears to be a friend of Felipe Yates.”
Freya typed back simply, “Understood. Thank you.” She decided against calling for additional details.
Frederick had undoubtedly been awake all night and was likely resting now. A call would certainly disturb his sleep.
She had believed that by discreetly following Kristian here and maintaining a low profile, nothing more would transpire. However, she had underestimated certain individuals’ capacity for creating conflict.
Freya had just finished her breakfast and was searching for a charger when Kristian stormed in from outside. Gerard trailed behind him, his face a complex mixture of emotions.
Kristian radiated icy detachment, his eyes piercing like steel blades. He strode directly toward Freya, his tailored suit emphasizing his towering frame.
Before she could react, Kristian seized her by the throat and thrust her against the wall, hatred blazing in his eyes.
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