Chapter 166:
“Perhaps I am,” Liam replied with a sardonic chuckle. “But let’s be clear—you’re the real trouble here.”
“Liam!” Kristian’s call was sharp, a cold edge to his tone.
Half a year had passed, and Liam had honed his wit to a fine point!
“Why so serious over a little banter?” Liam grinned, taking a step back.
“I’ll take Freya home. And don’t forget—Grandpa expects that package delivered to the company,” he added louder, ensuring the others overheard to ward off any suspicion.
With Kristian present, if Freya didn’t leave with him, the gossip would be inevitable.
Craftily using their grandfather as a shield, Liam knew no one would question his motives; after all, it was well-known he had little interest in wealth or business.
“Grandpa specifically asked you to deliver it,” Kristian said, his eyes flickering between Freya and Liam.
Liam shot him a curious look.
Was that jealousy in Kristian’s eyes?
“You both should deliver what Grandpa wants, together,” Freya suggested smoothly, her composure unshaken. “Just hand me the keys to the other car, and I’ll head back on my own.”
“That won’t work,” Liam countered quickly as he unlocked his car, taking the keys and sliding into the driver’s seat. “Grandpa made me promise to see you home safely. He’d never forgive me if I let you travel alone.”
Freya clammed up.
Kristian’s theatrical display rivaled her sister’s own dramatic flair.
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Without lingering a moment longer, she strode purposefully toward Liam’s car and slipped into the passenger seat.
As the vehicle pulled away, Kristian’s fingers constricted around his car keys, his knuckles blanching with tension.
Everyone expected him to depart, but instead, his gaze swept over them with such intensity that they scarcely dared breathe.
“Mr. Shaw, is there anything else you require?” someone ventured.
“Do you harbor feelings for Freya?” Kristian inquired abruptly, his voice cutting through the air like winter frost.
Confusion rippled across their faces.
Before anyone could formulate a response, Kristian added, “You’d better abandon such notions. She gravitates exclusively toward the good-looking ones.”
Having delivered his admonition, Kristian departed without sparing a thought for their reactions.
Only after his taillights vanished into the distance did they recover their composure.
“Did he just imply we look ugly?”
“Damn! I’ve consistently captivated women with my innate charm.”
“Perhaps they’re enamored with your financial assets rather than your facial features?”
“Or possibly your honeyed words.”
“Kristian Shaw addressed all of us collectively, not me specifically.”
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