Chapter 244:
The following morning, Freya arranged for a cleaning service to restore order to her apartment, while Kristian departed for the office. At precisely 10 A.M., Trent arrived.
At Shaw Group’s headquarters, Trent was granted entry after identifying himself to security.
Gerard personally escorted him to Kristian’s office. Watching the two equally commanding figures face each other, Gerard’s heart pounded against his ribs. He feared they might come to blows right there in the office. With their impressive height and build, predicting a victor seemed impossible.
“Return to your duties,” Kristian instructed Gerard. “Mr. Seymour and I have personal matters to discuss.”
“Got it.”
Gerard hastily withdrew. He understood the unspoken directive—no interruptions during their conversation.
As the door clicked shut, Kristian rose and moved to the sofa opposite Trent. “If I were in your position, I’d be too ashamed to show my face again.”
“What exactly are you implying?” Trent feigned innocence, his expression deliberately naive.
“Must I remind you of yesterday’s encounter between you and Freya?” Kristian countered, his gaze sharper than ice.
Trent adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
This demeanor particularly infuriated Kristian.
Trent consistently maintained a relaxed tone and expression, even when confronted directly.
At times, Kristian struggled to comprehend why Freya had become involved with someone like Trent. Couldn’t she see that Trent was the type who would exploit others without remorse?
“I heard from Mina that you believe we were intimate at the hotel,” Trent stated matter-of-factly, deliberately using Freya’s nickname. Kristian remained seated, his posture rigid. “Isn’t that precisely what happened?”
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“If she no longer has anything to do with you, I’d definitely say yes, just to provoke you,” Trent remarked lightly, his eyes deceptively gentle. “But since she remains your wife, I won’t damage her reputation. You’ll understand the truth once you view this video.” With these words, Trent handed over his phone after starting a preselected recording.
Kristian accepted the device, and as he watched intently, Trent explained, “I’ve edited the footage to highlight the essential segments. If you desire the complete version, I can forward it later, though it exceeds an hour in length.”
Kristian offered no response, his attention fixed on the screen. The footage revealed several men entering a room, followed by Freya.
The scene shifted to reveal a figure in a mask and cap, dressed in a work uniform, knocking on Trent’s room door. This mysterious man left a key card and a letter on the floor, his features completely obscured from the camera.
The footage then captured Trent discovering the letter and entering the room where Freya waited.
He remained inside for barely ten minutes before they both emerged, with subsequent video showing him escorting Freya to the hotel entrance and walking her to a waiting cab.
“The video includes timestamps for verification purposes,” Trent pointed out, noting that Kristian had likely finished watching the evidence.
“And what are you trying to prove?” Kristian inquired.
Though convinced by the video’s authenticity, he found Trent’s methodical presentation irritating.
“I spent less than ten minutes in the room with Mina,” Trent emphasized with deliberate precision. “That’s insufficient time even for a shower, let alone any intimate encounter.”
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