Chapter 250:
On the sidelines, Felipe observed their exchange, his memory echoing with the details of Kristian’s financial promise to Freya.
His friend always left chaos wherever he went.
“Farrah, think it through,” Felipe interjected, his voice tinged with a darker note of coercion. “If you choose not to terminate the pregnancy today, who’s to say Freya won’t end up in a car accident or sustain a serious injury in the future?” His threat was steeped in manipulation, a desperate ploy to sway her decision.
He wouldn’t really orchestrate such horrors. He merely wanted to scare Farrah into making what he believed was the right choice.
Farrah’s eyes were swollen and red, torn between doubt and uncertainty. She was caught in a painful dilemma—unable to give up her child, yet dreading the thought of Freya suffering.
“Don’t bother with him. We’re getting out of here,” Freya insisted, tugging Farrah’s arm with determined resolve as she brushed off Felipe’s threat.
Farrah remained rooted in place, hesitant.
Turning back, Freya’s eyes softened, concern lacing her voice. “What’s holding you back?”
“You should head out first, Freya…”
“Enough already—just come with me and prioritize your well-being.” Freya’s words carried a finality that allowed no room for objection. “Kristian doesn’t wield this power, and certainly not him.”
End up in a car accident? Sustain a serious injury? Absolutely no way that was going to happen.
If it were her enemies suggesting such drastic measures, perhaps Freya could entertain the thought.
Felipe? It was hardly worth considering.
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Her dismissal evidently struck a nerve. Felipe’s frustration was palpable, his pride wounded.
Insulting Kristian was one thing, but why would she drag Felipe into it?
“Freya, are you sure you want to challenge me?” Felipe’s voice was low, threaded with a veiled threat as he watched her steadily escort Farrah away.
“You’re overthinking things,” Freya replied curtly, her dismissal brief. Felipe’s stance relaxed, his earlier tension easing as he interpreted her words as non-confrontational.
He made his way over to her, his height casting a looming shadow over Freya. With a cold smirk, he said, “Since you lack the courage to oppose me, I’d advise you to stay out of my way.”
Freya’s response was swift and dismissive. “You’re hardly significant enough to be considered a threat,” she retorted with a nonchalant flip of her hair.
Without another word, she took Farrah by the arm, leading her away without so much as a backward glance at Felipe.
His fists tightened at his sides, the muscles in his jaw working silently as he considered his next move. Finally, with a flick of his wrist, he commanded his bodyguards, “Stop them.”
Felipe’s mind seethed with frustration. Dealing with Freya was absolutely maddening!
As he gave the order, four imposing bodyguards swiftly encircled Freya and Farrah.
“Freya…” Farrah’s voice trembled slightly, the fear evident in her eyes. Unshaken, Freya squared her shoulders and stared Felipe down. “If I were you, I’d think twice before making things worse,” she warned, her voice steady and commanding.
Felipe’s face hardened, his resolve unwavering.
He was determined to keep Farrah here and terminate the pregnancy. The growing threat of the child was too great a risk for Farrah—and he would not tolerate any jeopardy to her well-being.
“What the hell are you doing just standing there?” Felipe’s voice cut through the air with unmistakable authority. “Get moving!”
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