Chapter 162:
Gerard momentarily questioned his hearing. “Miss Bradley’s illness?”
“Yes,” Kristian confirmed curtly, steering around a corner.
“Perhaps Ms. Briggs would be better suited for this investigation?” Gerard suggested hopefully, attempting to evade the assignment. “She possesses superior research capabilities compared to our team.”
Kristian had examined all the evidence from the car meticulously, confirming its veracity.
Gerard vividly recalled Kristian’s complicated expression—like someone who had wrongfully accused another yet couldn’t summon the humility to apologize.
“You handle this investigation,” Kristian commanded, leaving no room for negotiation.
Freya could undoubtedly uncover the truth in minimal time. Yet Kristian understood his own psychological tendencies; if the results aligned with Lionel’s suspicions, his instinctive reaction would be to accuse Freya of defaming Ashley.
Delegating the task to Gerard seemed the more prudent approach.
“As you wish,” Gerard acquiesced reluctantly.
However, had Freya been privy to Kristian’s reasoning, she would have certainly responded, “You’re overthinking everything. I wouldn’t waste my time investigating for you at all.”
At that precise moment, she sat quietly in Liam’s vehicle. After traveling in silence for some distance, she finally spoke up. “You can let me out here. I’ll hail a taxi home.”
“Why the rush?” Liam inquired, navigating the road with a radiant, disarming smile. “I haven’t even introduced you to my circle of friends yet.”
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Freya’s expression transformed into confusion.
She cast a sideways glance at him. “Wasn’t this merely your convenient excuse to depart from the earlier situation?”
“Not necessarily,” Liam replied cheerfully, his personality exuding natural charm. “The 1.4 billion Kristian allocated to you in the divorce settlement—wouldn’t you like to see that sum multiply?”
“You’re not attempting to defraud me, are you?” Freya questioned directly.
Her interactions with Liam had been limited, though consistently pleasant.
Yet pleasantness in conversation was entirely separate from comprehensive knowledge of someone’s character. While not genuinely concerned about being swindled, she felt compelled to voice the question.
“Do you believe I share Kristian’s tendencies?” Liam countered. “I wouldn’t deceive you. Forget my parents—my grandpa himself would subject me to considerable grief if he discovered I had misled you.” Freya remained silent, contemplating his words.
The vehicle continued forward briefly before she spoke again. “I won’t accompany you today. I have pressing matters awaiting my attention at home.”
“Don’t you harbor any desire to provoke Kristian?” Liam probed.
Freya responded with genuine curiosity, “Provoke him in what manner?”
“He flaunts his rekindled ex-girlfriend to distress you; logically, you should cultivate admirers to unsettle him. That represents equitable retaliation,” Liam stated with matter-of-fact directness.
“Childish,” Freya dismissed flatly.
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