Chapter 131:
It didn’t take long before Lionel knew everything. Receiving the news from an unlikely source—his grandson’s assistant—Lionel remained composed and planned to contact Freya for confirmation.
Once it was confirmed she had been held against her will, he was prepared to ensure Kristian suffered the repercussions.
Despite repeated attempts, Freya’s phone remained unreachable, which only heightened Lionel’s worry. The thought of his beloved Freya trapped by someone like Kristian was unbearable. Without a moment’s hesitation, he instructed his driver to head straight to Kristian’s villa.
On the way, he didn’t miss the chance to reprimand Kristian over the phone, causing Kristian to abandon his current tasks and rush back, seething at Gerard’s interference.
The bodyguards at the villa exchanged wary looks as Lionel approached, their whispered conversations filled with urgency.
“Why has he come here?”
“Do we need to stop him?”
“Are you out of your mind? That’s our employer’s grandfather!”
“So, what’s our next move?”
“Let’s just pretend we didn’t see him.”
“Let me in,” Lionel commanded, his voice resonant and commanding as he leaned heavily on his cane.
Without hesitation, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and swung the door open. “Yes, sir,” he said, nodding respectfully.
The remaining bodyguards stood frozen, confusion written on their faces. Weren’t they supposed to act like they hadn’t noticed him?
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As the door creaked open, Lionel stepped inside and immediately noticed Freya seated at a table, picking at a dish that looked particularly unappetizing.
A pang of distress hit him. “Freya…” he murmured softly, his voice filled with concern.
Freya’s movements stilled, hesitation flickering across her face.
With a sharp turn of her head, she eyed the approaching figure of Lionel. Gently placing her fork down, she stood, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Lionel? What are you doing here?”
Lionel closed the distance with a worried frown, eyeing the meager contents of her plate. “Is this really all you’re having for lunch?” His voice carried a weight of concern that filled the space between them.
“Oh, this? Just nibbling on something small,” she assured him. Then she quickly added with genuine concern, “Have you managed to eat yet? If not, I can ask someone to prepare something delightful for you.”
Lionel’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as it locked onto hers. He leaned in, lowering his voice to a confidential whisper. “Can you actually get them to do that for you?”
Caught off guard, Freya’s smile faltered as she bit her lower lip, pondering her next words carefully.
In a sudden burst of seriousness, Lionel’s tone hardened. “Freya, I need to know—has Kristian forced you to stay here? Are you being kept here against your will?”
Freya’s heart skipped a beat. She masked her turmoil with a forced smile and lied smoothly. “Absolutely not.”
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