Chapter 242:
Before Gerard could decide, a message popped up on his phone. “Open the door now or you’re fired!” Gerard’s face went pale.
He quickly unlocked the door and stepped out like lightning. “Mr. Shaw, please get in.”
Kristian slid in, the coldness in his gaze enough to freeze the air.
Gerard shivered and quickly closed the door behind him.
“Ms. Briggs, we’ll be heading off now,” he said politely before getting into the driver’s seat.
Freya nodded lightly. “Okay.”
The car sped into the night and was gone in seconds.
The silence inside was suffocating. Gerard hesitated, then finally spoke. “Sir, you clearly care about Ms. Briggs. Why pretend you don’t?”
“Would you care about someone who betrayed you?” Kristian shot back.
Gerard blinked. “Betrayed? You mean she betrayed you?”
Kristian didn’t answer. He refused to mention the affair between Freya and Trent.
She was still a woman with a name. Even if Gerard wouldn’t spread rumors, it could damage her reputation.
“Your divorce will be finalized on Wednesday. After that, Ms. Briggs might go back to Alerith. You may never see her again.” Kristian frowned.
He didn’t think too much about it, assuming Freya had asked for the villa from him. If she had planned to leave the city, why ask for it?
“Mr. Shaw…” Gerard began again.
“Did you finish investigating what I told you to?” Kristian cut him off.
“Not yet.”
“Then stop wasting your time on other things.”
𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡: g𝘼𝙇𝙉𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙎.𝘾𝙊𝙈
After being brushed off twice, Gerard sighed and finally played his last card. “If you don’t care about her, why investigate Charlie—the one linked to Ms. Briggs?”
Claiming not to care, but always acting otherwise—when would Kristian be honest with himself? No wonder things had come to this.
“Don’t be so nosy,” Kristian warned, his voice dark.
Gerard zipped his mouth.
But Kristian’s thoughts kept drifting back to Freya. He didn’t understand why she had taken up so much space in his mind lately. Just then, his phone buzzed. It was Trent. Kristian’s eyes narrowed as he answered. “What?”
“Did you find Freya?” Trent asked.
“Freya?” Kristian repeated mockingly. “Isn’t it Mina now? That special nickname?” Trent fell silent.
That silence hit Kristian like a punch to the gut. So they were hiding something from him all along.
“Let’s meet and talk,” Trent said, relieved Freya’s identity hadn’t been exposed.
Kristian paused, then replied, “Monday. 10 a.m. My office.” He wanted to see what Trent had to say.
Trent agreed and hung up without another word.
He didn’t even ask about Freya—assuming, from Kristian’s tone, that she was fine.
Freya returned home about thirty minutes later.
Smoke still lingered, and the walls were blackened.
She picked up her phone from the table—one missed call from Trent, two from Gerard, and seven from Kristian.
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