Chapter 129:
Gerard countered, “My employer’s wife additionally displays exceptional combat proficiency.”
His friend replied, “My boss could overpower ten individuals of your caliber.”
Gerard escalated, “My employer’s wife could neutralize twenty.”
“My boss possesses the capacity to defeat innumerable opponents within seconds,” his friend declared.
Freya was blissfully unaware that she had become the subject of whispered admiration between Gerard and her assistant. As the shrill ring of her phone pierced the air, she glanced at it quickly, her expression subtly changing when she noticed the incoming message from Gerard.
Kristian, ever observant, caught the slight change in her face and swiftly snatched the phone from her grasp. His features twisted into a scowl as he read Gerard’s message. That treacherous snake! He silently vowed that Gerard could wave goodbye to any hopes of a bonus this year.
“Done reading?” Freya’s voice broke through his thoughts.
Kristian gripped the phone more firmly, intending to toss it back to her, but his thumb accidentally brushed the screen, pulling up the message homepage.
He noticed two contacts pinned at the top: Ethel, and a group chat labeled “Seven Little Warriors.”
The conversation with Ethel was frozen on a playful emoji, while the group chat buzzed continuously with new messages from someone named Fred.
Kristian’s eyebrows knitted together as he scrolled further down, stopping at a conversation from the previous day with Trent.
The message screen displayed just two simple words—“Good night.”
Stay connected at gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․cøm
Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Kristian felt an urgent need to sift through Trent’s messages, eager to uncover the depth of their conversation and the reason behind their intimate goodnight exchanges.
Who had sent the goodnight message? Was it Freya to Trent, or the other way around?
Swept up by a whirlwind of emotions, he reached out to open Trent’s chat.
But just as his fingers brushed the screen, Freya swiftly reclaimed her phone, preventing him from catching even a fleeting glimpse of the contents.
With another swift motion, she turned off the screen and fixed Kristian with a look of stern criticism.
“It is one thing to abandon your character and wit, but to forsake even the simplest of courtesies? How could you snoop through others’ private messages without a shred of permission?” Her words cut through the tension like a knife.
Her words cut through the tension like a knife. “What were your exchanges with Trent about?” Kristian demanded, his voice a chilling blend of frost and accusation.
Freya met his gaze defiantly. “That is strictly between Trent and me.”
“Let me see,” Kristian insisted, cloaking his demand in a veneer of moral urgency, yet internally conflicted about his assertive stance. “I have reason to believe you’re divulging confidential details about Shaw Group to him.”
“Feel free to call the police,” Freya responded, her tone dripping with nonchalance.
Stung by her indifference, Kristian’s frustration boiled over. “Freya!” he called out, his voice echoing a mix of desperation and anger.
“How many times must I remind you?” Freya asked, her voice a serene contrast to her words. “Going to the police is undoubtedly the wisest choice. They’ll steer you correctly.”
.
.
.