Chapter 267:
“Farrah!”
Freya’s voice cut through the chaos, filled with raw concern.
She rushed to Farrah’s side, delivering a precise kick to the approaching bodyguard before examining the bleeding wound.
“Freya…” Fear resonated in Farrah’s voice.
“I’m right here with you,” Freya assured her, though anxiety churned within her as she assessed the injury. “The cut isn’t life-threatening. We need to get you medical attention immediately.”
Without further hesitation, she guided Farrah toward the hospital, her protective stance daring anyone to interfere.
The medical team—familiar faces to Freya—rushed forward as she guided Farrah toward them. “Please disinfect and bandage her wound immediately,” Freya instructed.
“Of course, right away,” one of the doctors responded with evident anxiety. They quickly retrieved a medical kit before escorting Farrah into a private examination room.
Their nervous demeanor betrayed the tension permeating the entire facility as they began treatment.
With Farrah temporarily out of sight, the assistant regained his professional composure, though his wary glances at Freya revealed newfound respect for her capabilities.
He considered a diplomatic approach.
Before he could formulate his argument, Freya fixed him with an icy stare. Her patience had evaporated completely, leaving only cold determination behind her words. “Inform Felipe Yates that he should prepare for legal proceedings. And anyone who attempts to touch Farrah again will suffer severe consequences.”
“The Yates Group maintains an extensive legal department. You’re welcome to pursue litigation if you wish,” the assistant replied mechanically, adhering to Felipe’s predetermined talking points. “However, regarding your assault on our security personnel, we might have our own matters to discuss in court, Ms. Briggs.”
“Are you sure?” Freya challenged.
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“What uncertainty could possibly exist?” The distinctive sound of a car door slamming punctuated the air as Felipe himself approached from the vehicle. “Beyond what my assistant has mentioned, we could also address your unauthorized entry into my residence and the threat against my personal safety.”
“Perfect—we can simultaneously settle the account of my broken door,” Freya countered, her contempt for him intensifying with each exchange.
“I entered your property out of legitimate concern that you had confined my wife against her will,” Felipe responded with calculated coldness, his disdain for Freya equally apparent. “That differs fundamentally from your trespassing and subsequent violence.”
Freya abandoned any pretense of civility. “Save your fabrications for the courtroom.”
Felipe prepared to escalate further when Kristian intervened, pulling him aside.
“What exactly are you doing?” Felipe questioned with undisguised irritation. “Don’t tell me you’re aligning yourself with your soon-to-be former wife.”
“I’m merely reminding you that Freya maintains a close friendship with Trent Seymour,” Kristian explained, hoping to prevent a direct confrontation. He understood Felipe’s vindictive nature intimately—any perceived slight would be met with escalating retaliation.
Inevitably, this would result in retribution once the divorce was finalized, potentially overwhelming Freya.
Felipe stood defiantly with his hands tucked into his pockets. “What relevance does their friendship hold? Do you genuinely believe someone of Trent’s stature would jeopardize relations with the Yates Group for her sake?”
A casual acquaintance might not warrant such risk.
However, Kristian recalled Trent’s unambiguous declaration of feelings for Freya during their previous conversation. When Trent had offered everything in his possession for Freya’s benefit, Kristian recognized the sincerity behind those words.
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