Chapter 261:
“Freya, Kristian has agreed,” Lionel said, his voice filled with hope.
“Just wait until my birthday.”
“Lionel,” Freya said softly, feeling a pang of guilt at seeing the old man so disappointed, but she couldn’t back down. “It takes 30 days to finalize a divorce. Your birthday is on the 15th, and Kristian is scheduled to go abroad on the 16th. To avoid any complications, it’s better to get the divorce done the day after tomorrow.”
The words hung in the air, and Melinda, Isaac, and Lionel all turned to look at her.
They understood now—Freya was resolute in her decision to divorce Kristian, no matter what.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming thick with tension.
“Who told you I was going abroad?” Kristian’s voice was dark with anger.
Freya assumed he was upset about her checking his schedule. “Gerard.”
“He’s been busy with other things lately. My schedule’s been handed over to the secretarial department,” Kristian lied smoothly, his face as cold as ever. “The trip abroad’s been canceled.”
Freya’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe him.
“If Kristian isn’t going abroad, then you can delay your divorce,” Melinda chimed in, trying to smooth things over.
“Call the secretarial department and ask about the schedule for the 16th,” Freya insisted, convinced Kristian was lying. “Put it on speaker. If it’s true, I’ll go with you on the 16th to finalize the divorce.”
Kristian’s eyes darkened slightly, and he motioned to his father. “Are you sure?”
“Yep,” Freya replied, unwavering.
“Alright.”
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Kristian moved closer, pulled out his phone, and unlocked it, deliberately drawing her attention.
Behind him, Isaac, despite his usual disdain for his son, saw the signal for help and knew he had to step in.
While Kristian blocked Freya’s view, Isaac discreetly took out his own phone, sending a message to the secretarial department, all while pretending to read his newspaper.
It was a small thing for Isaac, who had once run Shaw Group with ease. Contacting the secretarial department and passing on a message was a piece of cake.
Even Melinda didn’t catch onto their subtle maneuvering.
“Why haven’t you called yet?” Freya asked when she noticed him holding the phone without making a move.
“To make sure you don’t go back on your word,” Kristian said, his face expressionless, trying to buy more time. “Repeat what you just said. I need evidence.”
Freya’s eyes—clear as a mountain spring and just as deep—locked onto Kristian’s.
Kristian struggled to read her mind. “Scared to be caught on record?”
“Hardly,” Freya replied, her gaze drifting from his chiseled features to Isaac sitting just behind him. “But before we kick things off, could you maybe set your phone down, Isaac?”
The request stunned Kristian.
Isaac appeared equally surprised.
Always the cunning strategist, Isaac casually placed his phone aside and rested the newspaper on his lap, feigning confusion. “What’s going on?”
Now, Kristian’s contempt for his father deepened.
“The phone hidden under the newspaper,” Freya clarified gently. “That message should go to the secretarial department, correct?” Her simple observation astonished both men.
Isaac glanced at his son, his eyes silently asking, “What do we do about Freya? She’s exceptionally perceptive.” Kristian’s gaze responded, “How would I know?”
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