Chapter 264:
Felipe demanded, unusually aggressive.
“Freya is with you?” Kristian responded calmly, though puzzlement tinged his voice.
Felipe fell momentarily silent on the other end. Why would he ask Kristian to come if Freya wasn’t there? He wasn’t delusional.
“Of course!” Felipe snapped before abruptly ending the call.
At the intersection, Kristian swung the car around and accelerated toward Felipe’s residence.
After disconnecting, Felipe gazed down from his balcony at the eight bodyguards who lay sprawled on the ground, all incapacitated by Freya. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Was Freya somehow invincible? His numerous security personnel had proven useless against her.
Freya stood below, her gaze directed upward as she demanded, “Give Farrah back to me.”
Upon returning home earlier, she had discovered her door forced open and Farrah missing from the apartment.
She had immediately suspected Felipe’s involvement.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Felipe said, his patience dwindling rapidly. “Should I present my marriage certificate with Farrah to prove who she rightfully belongs with?”
“Let her out. I need to ensure her safety,” Freya insisted, genuine concern evident in her voice.
She knew Farrah resisted Felipe’s presence, and she feared he might have been too forceful while taking her, potentially harming Farrah—especially concerning given her pregnancy.
Felipe dismissed her concerns entirely; this was his domain after all. “Why should I listen to you? I only let your behavior at the hospital slide because you’re a woman, but if you continue to overstep, don’t blame me for being too harsh.”
“I’ll count down from three. Let Farrah out,” Freya remained laser-focused on retrieving Farrah, disregarding everything else.
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She hadn’t been able to reach Farrah by phone, and if not for the device’s location showing Felipe’s house, she would have been completely lost.
“Three.”
“Your threats mean nothing. I won’t allow you to see her.”
“Two.”
“Kristian is on his way here. You’d better control yourself.”
“One.”
Freya’s demeanor grew increasingly glacial.
Felipe remained undaunted. “So what happens when your countdown ends? Do you imagine you can simply force your way in?”
As the last word left his mouth, Freya made her move. Her left hand— a small, custom-made playing card materialized seemingly from nowhere.
While Felipe continued his taunting, she flicked her wrist, sending the specially crafted card flying toward him, slicing through a wire on the balcony in an instant.
Felipe recoiled in shock, his pupils contracting with fear. What was happening? Had reality suddenly transformed into some television drama?
“If you refuse to bring Farrah out, I cannot guarantee my next move won’t be… imprecise,” Freya threatened, her typically serene eyes now radiating an icy determination.
Hearing the threat, Felipe instinctively stepped backward.
If that card had been aimed directly at him, he would have been finished.
Felipe was shocked. How could she possess such abilities?
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