Chapter 273:
But Freya had expected this.
She had already sent Farrah off on a 7 a.m. flight. If not for the required flight plan, she would have booked a private jet instead, leaving no trace. And Felipe still had no idea that Farrah had gone to Alerith.
While his assistant followed up, Felipe, frustrated and on edge, drove straight to the Shaw Group office.
Ever since Kristian brought up the divorce, things had been spiraling out of control. Felipe was starting to think Kristian had jinxed his life. As he stepped into the company’s top floor, the tension hit him immediately. The atmosphere was stiff, especially around the secretarial department. Everyone seemed overly cautious, moving on eggshells.
“Gerard,” Felipe called, spotting Gerard hovering outside an office, arms full of documents. Gerard jumped in surprise. When he saw Felipe, he let out a breath and managed a polite smile.
“Why does everyone look like they’re about to be fired?” Felipe asked, casual but clearly curious.
“Nothing special,” Gerard replied quickly, hiding the truth. Their boss had been in a terrible mood all day. None of them dared go near him. “Did you need something?”
“Came to see Kristian. He’s in?”
“Yes, he’s in.”
“Great,” Felipe said, stepping toward the office.
“Mr. Yates!” Gerard called after him.
Felipe paused. “What?”
Gerard hesitated. “Just… maybe don’t provoke him today. He’s not in the best mood.”
Felipe smirked. “Perfect. Neither am I.” The secretaries all fell silent.
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“Gerard, maybe you should take the files in first,” someone whispered. “If Mr. Yates goes in like that, things will just explode.” Others nodded in agreement.
Gerard stood frozen, regretting everything. He wanted to go, but given Kristian’s current state, he didn’t dare.
He regretted not getting the files signed earlier before sharing the information he had found.
“If I’d just sent these in earlier…” he muttered to himself, his face pale with worry. “Now look what’s happening.”
No one blamed him aloud, but everyone knew the real issue—those managers had sent the documents way too late.
Inside the office, Kristian was reviewing some documents. At the top of the page was Ashley’s name.
He skimmed the documents, his eyes growing colder with each word. She had, in fact, been admitted to the hospital she’d mentioned. The records matched—check-ins, payments, everything.
But the surveillance footage told another story. Ashley hadn’t been anywhere near the hospital during the days she claimed. Instead, she had appeared in other places entirely. Just then, the door burst open.
Kristian looked up, his face hardening, ready to lash out. But it was Felipe who walked in, brows raised, looking amused.
“Your assistant told me you’re in a bad mood.”
Kristian said nothing. He didn’t recall ever saying he was in a bad mood.
“Thought I’d drop in and hear what’s bothering you. Might make me feel better about my own problems,” Felipe joked, making himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed.
Kristian didn’t answer. He had no time for small talk.
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