Chapter 125:
Kristian remained enshrouded in cold detachment.
Just as he prepared to interrogate Freya, Gerard extracted a pen and small notepad from his suit pocket and extended them toward her.
Both Freya and Kristian stared at him, perplexed by the gesture.
“Would you honor me with your autograph?” Gerard asked, undeterred by his boss’s frigid glare.
He stood resolutely before Freya and confessed, “I’m now a devoted fan of yours.”
“Gerard!” Kristian snapped.
Previously, such a tone would have caused Gerard to withdraw immediately and await instructions.
Today, however, standing before his brilliant and beautiful idol, he demonstrated remarkable resolve.
“If you’re able to, I’d be really grateful,” he said hopefully.
Freya hesitated.
She had encountered similar requests before, but Frederick and her other friends had always made such overtures in jest, never with such earnestness. She wasn’t certain how to respond.
Gerard took a small, encouraging step forward, offering the pen and notepad with a warm smile.
Meeting his sincere gaze, Freya decided not to overthink the situation. “Sure,” she agreed, accepting his offering.
With practiced ease, she signed her name, a signature entirely different from the one she had inscribed on the divorce papers. The divorce signature appeared neat and delicate, while this one boldly proclaimed her identity with stylish flair—emanating confidence from every stroke.
gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․com is where magic happens
Kristian observed this discrepancy, which only intensified his growing suspicions about Freya’s initial motivations for entering his life. Even her handwriting had deliberately shifted, making her intentions increasingly questionable.
“Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” His voice cut through the room like ice, his commanding presence filling the space between them.
Freya glanced briefly at the progress bar—only thirty percent complete—before responding with measured calm, “Explain what, exactly?”
“Your exceptional hacking abilities and this signature.” Kristian’s penetrating gaze never wavered as he continued without emotion. “Isn’t it peculiar to consciously alter your handwriting style?”
“There’s nothing requiring explanation,” Freya replied evenly. “Can you honestly claim you’ve revealed every skill in your possession to me? Do you maintain identical penmanship across all your correspondence?”
Kristian studied her face intently. Her eloquence unsettled him.
“Who sent you?” he demanded abruptly.
Both Freya and Gerard fell silent at the accusation.
“Did you orchestrate our meeting and marriage to extract Shaw Group’s proprietary information?” Kristian’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable.
Gerard stepped forward, compelled to defend his newfound idol. “Sir, if I may remind you—you were the one who pursued Ms. Briggs for marriage, not the reverse.”
“You heard him,” Freya retorted, a hint of vindication in her voice.
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