Chapter 133:
Freya didn’t even spare him a look. She couldn’t be bothered to reply. She had planned to finish her meal, but her appetite had vanished. Now, she simply sat there in silence.
The quiet grated on Kristian’s nerves. He couldn’t stand being ignored—especially when it was just the two of them in the room. “Did you not hear me?”
“I heard you,” Freya replied coldly, not even turning her head.
“Oh, you heard me but decided to ignore me?”
“There’s no rule saying I have to answer when a dog barks,” Freya shot back with a sly smirk. “Bark all you want. Doesn’t mean I’m required to engage.”
Kristian clenched his jaw tightly. She really just called him a dog! “You can get out now,” he snapped, the last thread of his patience fraying. “If you stir up more trouble before the divorce is finalized, don’t expect me to hold back.”
Freya raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Are you under some grand illusion about your own behavior?” She folded her arms and leaned back slightly, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Because as far as I can tell, I’m the one taking the hits here, while you’re the one kicking up dust. And you call that holding back?”
He wasn’t holding back at all, yet he was a master at singing his own praises.
Kristian’s face remained unyielding, cold as stone. “If you were innocent, accusations wouldn’t be necessary.”
Freya withdrew a single hundred-dollar bill from her wallet and thrust it at him.
Confusion clouded Kristian’s features.
“Get your head examined,” Freya declared, her patience fraying. “This one’s on me.”
With those final words, she ascended the stairs, grabbed her things, and marched out of the villa, leaving Kristian brooding in her wake.
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Once beyond the confines of the villa, Freya hailed a taxi to take her home.
Previously, while probing the shadowy mastermind behind Ashley’s car accident, she had neglected to examine the data, merely stowing it away. Now, it was time to…
It was imperative to scrutinize the data thoroughly to uncover who had implicated her so deviously.
While lost in these thoughts, Trent’s call interrupted her. The moment she answered, Trent’s warm and reassuring voice filled the line. “Are you really back to hacking?”
“Not entirely,” Freya replied, understanding his underlying question. “Just untangling a complex web, so I came to investigate.”
“It’s because of Kristian, isn’t it?” Trent deduced.
“Yes,” she confirmed.
Trent tilted his head curiously and asked, “Do you have any plans tonight?”
“Nope,” Freya murmured softly.
Seizing the opportunity, Trent suggested, “Let’s meet up and talk about something important.”
“Alright,” Freya agreed.
Their exchanges were typically direct, free of pointless conversation.
After ending the call, Freya received a message from Trent detailing the time and venue. She responded with a succinct “okay” before the glow of her phone screen faded into darkness.
That evening, at a dimly lit bar, Freya, dressed in a black and white outfit, found the secluded room where Trent awaited.
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