Chapter 163:
Undoubtedly, his fraternal connection to Kristian manifested in his enthusiastic desire to antagonize his brother.
Liam declined to release Freya midway; instead, he transported her directly to the racetrack.
Upon witnessing his arrival with a companion, a gathering of attractive individuals began playful teasing.
“Liam, how extraordinary to see you accompanied by a woman.”
“I distinctly recall someone professing disinterest in female companionship?”
“Liam, aren’t you going to provide an introduction?”
“This is my sister-in-law, Freya Briggs,” Liam announced openly, bantering with the group. “I understand you three have recently developed some promising ventures. Might you share them with us?”
The trio exchanged puzzled glances.
“You’ve never expressed interest in financial gain before—why this sudden desire for investment opportunities?”
“To provide my sister-in-law with practical experience,” Liam explained smoothly, his lips curving into a subtle smile. “As you may know, Kristian is divorcing her. My grandpa harbors concerns about her financial stability post-divorce, so he’s tasked me with helping her invest in lucrative enterprises.”
The group gazed at Liam, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Amidst them stood a dashing young man clad in sleek racing gear, who broke the silence. “Kristian’s pretty rich, isn’t he? Didn’t he leave her anything after the divorce?” he inquired incredulously.
“No,” Liam interjected swiftly, his voice dripping with feigned concern as he sought to smear Kristian’s reputation. “You all know how stingy he is. Just recall the times you’ve had dealings with him.”
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A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. “He’s notoriously stingy.”
“Poor girl, life’s really been unfair to her.”
For a fleeting moment, everyone’s gaze turned toward Freya, laden with a complex blend of pity and curiosity.
While others managed to secure a fortune from divorcing a wealthy spouse, they believed she appeared to walk away with nothing.
Freya maintained a dignified silence amidst the murmurs.
Breaking through the awkwardness, the young man stepped forward, determination etching his features. “Look, for Liam’s sake, I’m willing to bring you into a couple of my projects,” he declared confidently. “Just move your investment over to me, and sit back for the yearly dividends.”
“No need for that,” Freya responded calmly, her refusal leaving a palpable surprise in the air.
The young man’s face registered shock, but before he could press further, Liam chimed in nonchalantly, “She’s not looking to capitalize on her past with Kristian.”
“This project is entirely separate from him; it stands on its own,” the young man quickly clarified, hoping to reassure her. “You can rest easy knowing that.”
Freya remained silent, her gaze fixed intently on Liam, her eyes shimmering with unspoken questions.
“Just wait a little longer,” Liam whispered soothingly, a secretive smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
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