Chapter 165:
As he thought about them circling around Freya like vultures once he was gone, a wave of displeasure surged through him. “With your mediocre achievements, do you really think you deserve to relax and have fun at this gathering?” he scoffed, his disdain palpable.
The group shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting to Liam, who seemed unfazed by the growing tension. What on earth was going on here? Why did it seem like Kristian was on the brink of rage?
“Alright, let’s wrap things up and leave it here for today,” Liam intervened, his voice smooth and unhurried, cutting through the thick atmosphere. “We’ll go over the details once their divorce is finalized. Discussing it now just seems inappropriate.”
“Okay,” they murmured in agreement, misunderstanding Liam’s veiled reference and thinking he meant the project details.
Meanwhile, Kristian’s handsome features hardened, his eyes turning icy as he struggled to contain his rising anger.
A chill seemed to pass through the group as they sensed the storm brewing within him.
Liam, catching the subtle shift in dynamics, simply smiled faintly. He observed the scene with amusement, then turned to wave at Freya, who had just finished her phone call. “Freya, let’s go back,” he called out casually.
Freya tucked her phone away and cast a brief, indifferent glance at Kristian. Her eyes swept over him with a cool detachment before she looked away.
She approached the group, her steps determined and unwavering. Before Liam could utter a single word, Kristian, with a frosty demeanor, interjected, “Seems like you’re quite entertained over here?”
Freya snapped back without a hint of submission, “Certainly more than I would be in your company.”
F𝖎rst 𝒂pp𝓮ared 𝒊n gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅⩼𝒸𝗈𝗺
The onlookers gasped, taken aback by her audacity. Damn! Liam’s sister-in-law was unbelievably daring!
Kristian’s voice was a blade of ice as he reminded her, “We’re still legally bound, Freya. Consider your actions carefully. I won’t tolerate any scandalous whispers tainting the reputation of the Shaw Group’s president’s wife.”
His eyes swept over the group, and a palpable tension filled the air. The subtle threat in his gaze was unmistakable.
Freya returned his look with a frigid stare, her contempt clear. If anyone had no right to say that, it was him.
Breaking the tense silence, Liam sidled up to Kristian, his voice low and tinged with challenge. “Kristian, doesn’t your confidence waver when you admonish Freya like that?”
Kristian met his gaze, his expression unreadable. Why would his confidence waver?
“Freya is entirely blameless,” Liam ventured, his voice soft yet firm. “And you? Divorcing her to reunite with your old flame? I must admit, it’s nothing short of remarkable.”
Kristian stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.
With a pat on his shoulder, Liam couldn’t help but add, “Honestly, you’re a piece of shit.”
“Are you asking for trouble?” Kristian retorted, his voice icy and composed.
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