Chapter 287:
Freya had already sensed the man she had kicked earlier was drawing near.
Before Ashley’s hand could even reach her, Freya spun and landed a powerful kick on the man behind her, simultaneously snatching the iron rod from his grasp.
The move left everyone in stunned silence.
The man’s brows furrowed, his gaze sharp as he stared at her. “Who exactly are you?”
Freya walked toward them, iron rod in hand, silent as ever.
The two men exchanged a quick glance. It was clear—if they didn’t act now, they’d soon regret it.
Without a word, they grabbed another rod from the ground.
“We only let you get the upper hand earlier because we were unprepared,” one man sneered coldly. “If you strip and lie down now, we might just let you leave alive. Otherwise…” His voice trailed off ominously.
“I only wanted to ruin her reputation, not to kill her.” Ashley stepped forward, anxiety spreading through her chest. She never meant for things to escalate this far.
Her only goal had been leverage over Freya, not killing.
“Miss Bradley, this is no longer your problem the moment she decided to fight back.” The man in the khaki coat’s smile was like a wolf’s grin, dark and predatory. “Leave now. We’ll call you once it’s done.”
Ashley’s eyes flitted helplessly toward Freya. “Freya…”
She didn’t want to kill Freya. She only wanted to complete the task. But now, it felt as if everything had spiraled beyond her control. What should she do?
“Leave,” Freya said simply.
“They’re skilled fighters. You can’t win.” Ashley was paralyzed by indecision. Calling the police would ruin everything, but if she didn’t, Freya would be at their mercy.
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“Ashley, whose side are you on?” The man in the black coat’s patience was running thin. “If you want a video, you can wait outside.”
“She’s Kristian Shaw’s wife,” Ashley said, her voice laced with reluctance. “If you hurt her, he won’t let you off the hook!”
“So she’s indeed Kristian’s woman,” the man in the khaki coat chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “I’ve heard his wealth is limitless. Maybe we should ask for a hundred million in ransom?”
“If he doesn’t pay, we’ll break her arms and rape her,” the man in the black coat added.
“Good idea,” his companion agreed.
Ashley felt a shiver run down her spine. Everything had gone too far. “You’re insane!”
“Ashley, if you don’t leave now, we’ll deal with you too.” The men’s words were as chilling as the bite of winter. For them, the thought of a hundred million was far more tempting than anything she had to offer.
“Freya, run!” Ashley suddenly stepped in front of her, shielding her. “Run west once you’re out. I’ve parked a car there. You can’t get hurt.”
Freya’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Aren’t they your hired men?” she asked.
“I just wanted leverage over you,” Ashley’s voice trembled, fear finally sinking in. “Not to kill you. Please, go quickly!” If she stayed, they wouldn’t dare do anything to her.
Even if she died today, it was far better than returning to that horrible man.
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