Chapter 228:
“That number was recently established and lacks verification.”
“I suspected as much.” Freya felt a headache building behind her temples. Why had complications suddenly multiplied? First, she walked into an ambush. Then, someone hired thugs to incapacitate her. Such amateur tactics diverged from her typical adversaries’ methods.
Who could possibly be responsible?
“Freya,” Frederick continued, concern threading through his voice,
“I’ve noticed a pattern of targeted incidents lately. Have you provoked someone’s enmity?”
Freya maintained her previous theory.
“More likely someone harboring feelings for Kristian. A genuine enemy would employ far more sophisticated methods.”
Her true opponents would attempt something genuinely life-threatening.
“But I’ve investigated thoroughly and found no suspicious individuals,” Frederick remarked, perplexed.
“Let’s set it aside for now,” Freya said, unwilling to expend valuable energy on the matter.
“We’ll address it when necessary. After my divorce from Kristian is finalized, we can conduct a proper investigation.”
“Exercise caution then.”
“I know.”
Moments after ending the call, her assistant messaged her.
𝙇ⲁ𝓉𝖊𝓼𝓉 с𝖍ⲁρ𝓉𝗲𝓇𝓈 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Funds transferred successfully.”
Freya replied with a concise,
“Acknowledged.”
Having resolved these matters, Freya surveyed the room methodically. After confirming the absence of surveillance equipment, she gripped the baseball bat and retreated to the bedroom to rest.
Approximately twenty minutes later, the distinct sound of a key entering the lock reached her ears.
Instantly vigilant, Freya rose silently, positioning herself behind the bedroom door with the bat poised, prepared to confront the intruder. The lock disengaged, and a tall figure with elegant, slender legs entered the premises.
His polished shoes created rhythmic taps against the floor with each calculated step, intensifying the atmosphere, though Freya maintained her composure.
Within moments, the man approached the bedroom, placed his hand deliberately on the handle, and pushed the door open.
As he crossed the threshold, Freya swung the bat with controlled force, carefully moderating her strength to avoid inflicting serious injury.
The bat halted mid-trajectory.
The man, emanating an aura of cold calculation, had caught it firmly. Recognizing his combat proficiency, Freya tightened her grip and launched a swift kick.
Though he evaded with remarkable speed, her foot connected. He released the bat and retreated several paces.
The entire confrontation transpired in mere seconds.
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