Chapter 230:
“Perhaps arranging for Kristian to discover us together in compromising circumstances.”
Such a scenario would lead Kristian to misinterpret Freya’s actions, potentially intensifying her disaffection toward him. Wouldn’t that accomplish the desired outcome?
“She lacks the intellectual capacity for such intricate manipulation,” Freya asserted confidently, dismissing Ashley’s capabilities.
“Furthermore, she wouldn’t possess the resources to arrange for someone to surreptitiously obtain your phone.”
Freya rose from her seat, her resolve clear and her voice tinged with weariness.
“Forget it. It’s not worth another second of my mind,” she declared, determined not to dwell on the matter any longer.
“I’m heading back home.”
The familiar sting of accusation was all too predictable. Kristian, ever the skeptic, would undoubtedly question her again, layering another false accusation on the pile that had accumulated over their strained encounters. In Kristian’s eyes, she was nothing but a liar.
“Let me give you a ride,” Trent offered, already pushing himself to his feet.
“No, thanks,” Freya replied curtly, her mind already racing with other plans.
“You might want to check the hotel’s surveillance footage first. See who actually delivered that letter.”
Trent paused, considering her advice, then nodded in agreement, choosing not to press the issue.
Nevertheless, his concern was palpable as he escorted her to the hotel entrance, hailed a cab for her, and kept his gaze fixed on the cab until it vanished from sight.
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Back in the sanctuary of his room, Trent dialed a number on his phone. At that instant, the amiable facade he often wore around Freya slipped away, revealing a glint of danger in his eyes as he commanded a detailed investigation.
While he could stomach being manipulated to an extent, the repeated threats to Freya crossed a line he would not allow.
Meanwhile, oblivious to Trent’s guarded efforts, Freya reclined in the back seat of the car, her eyes closed in a moment of reprieve.
Outside, in the hotel parking lot, a strikingly handsome man surveyed the scene from the driver’s seat of a Rolls-Royce. His exceptional features were illuminated by the dashboard lights as he watched Freya exit the hotel and slip into a car.
The air inside the Rolls-Royce was charged with tension.
Felipe, seated next to the driver, wore a complex expression as he turned to Kristian, offering a consolatory pat on the shoulder.
“Come on, it’s not the end of the world. Farrah’s expecting another man’s child, and you don’t hear me complaining, do you?”
“Get out,” Kristian replied, his voice a frosty whisper.
The coldness in his voice sent shivers down Felipe’s spine.
He blinked, startled, half-convinced he’d misheard.
Just as he opened his mouth to clarify, Kristian cut him off, his voice even sharper.
“Get out!”
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