Chapter 150:
Gerard doubted it. Recently, Kristian was acting completely irrationally.
“You can sleep in that room tonight,” Freya mentioned casually, gesturing toward a door. “You’ll need to manage your own clothing needs.”
Gerard stared at her, perplexed. He failed to comprehend her meaning. “Sleep?”
“Didn’t Kristian instruct you to monitor me until I post an apology online?” Freya spoke with remarkable composure, displaying no anger whatsoever. “I have no intention of posting it today.”
Gerard paused, processing her words.
“The kitchen is located over there, and you’ll find milk and fruit in the refrigerator,” Freya explained practically. “If hunger strikes, feel free to order takeout.”
“Ms. Briggs!” Gerard called after her retreating form.
Freya turned slightly, acknowledging him.
Gerard hesitated momentarily before finally speaking. “I’ll explain everything to Mr. Shaw myself—tell him you weren’t responsible. If he remains skeptical, I’ll investigate and present him with concrete evidence.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Freya declined firmly.
She had agreed to apologize, but not for this particular matter.
She had previously warned that she wouldn’t hesitate to expose Kristian and Ashley’s affair if he pursued her again because of Ashley. Gerard felt a sharp twinge of sympathy wash over him.
Yet Freya ended their conversation there. After exchanging only a few words, she ascended the stairs.
If Kristian and Ashley’s affair became public knowledge, Shaw Group would undoubtedly suffer. Since Lionel had always shown her kindness, Freya felt obligated to inform him beforehand.
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Upon learning the situation, Lionel didn’t blame her.
He merely released a weary sigh.
The situation had deteriorated significantly, and he no longer possessed the will to manage his wayward grandson’s actions.
After concluding their call, Freya messaged her assistant. “Monitor Farrah Welch carefully. Should Shaw Group interfere with her job, help her.”
Her assistant responded promptly, “Understood.”
With that matter addressed, she contacted Frederick.
Certain tasks suited his capabilities perfectly.
“Hello, Freya!” Frederick’s voice resonated with genuine delight. He always treasured receiving her calls.
“Are you occupied at the moment?”
“Not at all.”
“I need your assistance with something,” Freya stated directly. “Compose an apology letter mimicking my tone. I’ll forward you the specific details.”
Frederick momentarily faltered. “An apology? To whom?”
“Ashley Bradley.”
Frederick’s confusion deepened. Having noticed the trending topic online and connecting it with previous events and images, he quickly grasped the situation. “Why should you apologize to her? She was the one who intruded on your relationship.”
“This isn’t a sincere apology,” Freya clarified. “It’s merely a vehicle to reveal the truth to gossip-hungry social media users. I’ll send you the particulars.”
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