Chapter 140:
“I wouldn’t fall victim so easily,” Freya stated firmly. “Unlike some, I possess critical thinking skills.”
Kristian’s jaw tightened. “Are you suggesting I don’t?”
“You do,” Freya assessed him coolly, “but perhaps you’d be better off without one.”
Considering his recent actions, could any rational person behave so erratically?
Anger constricted Kristian’s chest—he must have temporarily lost his mind to orchestrate this foolish encounter. “Let’s see who ends up destitute first,” he spat.
Their exchange had completely derailed, leaving Kristian seething with rage.
“Leave now,” Freya commanded.
Kristian pivoted and departed, his tall figure radiating frosty contempt. Once the elevator doors closed behind him, Freya secured her door and returned to the living room.
She sank into the sofa as her mind involuntarily replayed the image of lipstick smeared across Kristian’s collar and recalled the lingering foreign perfume she had detected.
Her brow furrowed as emotions churned more violently than she had anticipated.
An indescribable irritation troubled her—a sense of betrayal that stung even more sharply than witnessing him with Ashley.
She massaged her temples, contemplating her imminent departure from Jeucwell and her desire to bid farewell to Farrah Welch, a cherished friend.
Despite the late hour, she typed on her phone, “I’m leaving Jeucwell in a few days. Can we share one last meal together?”
Farrah had become her confidante shortly after her arrival in Jeucwell.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩: g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅𝘀꞉𝗰𝗼𝗺
They had connected instantly, their personalities meshing effortlessly. Throughout their friendship, Farrah had frequently invited her to dine, shop, and explore the city together.
At that time, Farrah occupied merely a small corner of the entertainment industry. The landscape shifted dramatically a year ago when her controversial portrayal of a villain unexpectedly catapulted her to B-list actress status.
Half a year had passed since their last encounter.
Freya waited patiently for a response, but when none came, she concluded Farrah had likely surrendered to slumber.
As she prepared for bed herself, her phone erupted with desperate messages from Gerard. “I deeply regret my deception.”
“Could you find it in your heart to forgive this single transgression?”
Choosing silence as her response, Freya darkened her screen and retired for the night.
Meanwhile, Gerard wrestled with mounting anxiety. His boss’s thunderous expression confirmed the catastrophic outcome of the evening’s events.
Kristian paced restlessly. Noticing Gerard’s compulsive phone checking, he delivered his displeasure in glacial tones. “Still lingering? Perhaps you’re anticipating tomorrow’s breakfast service?”
“I’m departing immediately,” Gerard replied, relinquishing his phone and hastily starting the vehicle.
Throughout the drive, his mind raced with potential strategies to regain Freya’s favor. His formidable employer had maneuvered him into offending his personal idol!
That night, Kristian tossed in fitful slumber and Gerard lay awake with worry, yet Freya descended into peaceful unconsciousness.
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