Chapter 152:
By the time he arrived, the evening had advanced past nine o’clock.
Gerard reclined comfortably on the sofa, enjoying a variety program. This represented his most relaxed and pleasant experience since becoming Kristian’s assistant.
Freya descended the stairs to retrieve water and paused momentarily to observe the show.
“Ms. Briggs, why not join me?” Gerard shifted position, creating space.
“Viewing is considerably more comfortable from this vantage point.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine here,” Freya responded, explaining she was merely taking a brief respite while fetching water. “I’m limiting myself to thirty minutes of viewing.”
Gerard respectfully refrained from insistence.
Together, they watched the television program. The comedy show thoroughly entertained Gerard, and Freya, after observing for a period, felt her tension gradually dissipate.
Following an afternoon dedicated to reviewing collaborative projects between Briggs Group and Shaw Group, she experienced considerable mental fatigue.
Approximately ten minutes later, the electronic door lock suddenly activated with an audible click.
At precisely this moment, the variety show reached its most humorous segment, completely absorbing both Freya and Gerard, rendering them oblivious to external sounds.
As Kristian entered, he discovered Freya and Gerard watching television together.
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Instantaneously, intense anger consumed him.
He stood motionless at the threshold, his suit jacket draped over one arm, radiating unmistakable coldness as his gaze settled upon them.
“What the hell are you doing?”
A chilling voice cut through the silence abruptly.
Gerard stiffened, an unsettling realization washing over him as he recognized his boss’s commanding tone.
The corners of his mouth hadn’t even settled before his boss spoke again, stealing the moment.
“Enjoying yourself?” Kristian approached, his presence casting a shadow over the once light-hearted atmosphere.
Both Gerard and Freya turned to face him at the same moment.
Gerard rose swiftly, his throat tightening as he stammered, “Mr—Mr. Shaw…”
Why was his boss here now?
Freya gave Kristian a fleeting glance, then resumed watching, seemingly unaffected by his arrival.
If he got in that easily, he had clearly figured out her password. She definitely needed to change it—soon.
“Have you prepared the apology statement?” Kristian’s voice harbored a controlled anger.
Gerard’s eyes darted toward Freya. He was uncertain whether she had drafted it, especially since she had spent the entire afternoon secluded upstairs.
“Why the urgency?” Freya responded coldly. “It will be sent out eventually.”
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