Chapter 291:
“If you still hold any regard for what I once did to you, then kill me,” Ashley said, her emotions reaching a boiling point. “Or have someone destroy me, cripple me. Just do whatever you see fit.”
Freya was taken aback by such extreme words. Her brows furrowed in thought. It wasn’t normal for someone to speak so recklessly about their own life.
Ashley seemed indifferent to her own safety or suffering but was desperate to prevent Freya from contacting the police or her family.
“Come with me,” Freya said.
Finally, she said, deciding not to escalate the situation, and walked out of the abandoned factory.
She followed the directions Ashley had previously given and located the car.
About thirty minutes later, Freya was at the wheel with Ashley beside her, both silent.
Freya’s hand hung out the window as she waited for Ashley to settle before she spoke again. “Tell me, who put you up to this, and who’s forcing you? If you don’t, I’ll have to let the police deal with today’s ordeal.”
Freya was open to giving Ashley a chance, seeing she still had some sense of morality.
However, if Ashley proved unworthy of redemption, she wouldn’t bother with her again. After all, opportunities only came once.
“If I tell you, could you please kill me?” Ashley murmured, looking defeated.
Freya responded casually, “I abide by the law. I don’t engage in crimes. Your fate is yours to determine.”
“Committing suicide would be too obvious to him. If he finds out, he’ll kill my family,” Ashley disclosed. Her fists tightened as she released some of her built-up tension.
Freya caught the hint immediately. “He?” she asked, a knowing look in her eyes.
𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Ashley hesitated, realizing she had let something slip.
She paused, carefully weighing her next words. The mission had already crumbled like a house of cards. Whether she was caught or managed to escape, she would inevitably fall into that man’s clutches. The choice to speak or stay silent seemed inconsequential.
“If I tell you, can you promise me you’ll protect my family?” Ashley asked, her voice quiet but firm. “They’re just ordinary people, and they don’t deserve this.”
“Speak first,” Freya replied, not yet willing to make any promises. Ashley wasn’t sure why, but hearing that simple response eased the knot in her chest.
She looked at Freya and said, “Ask away. There’s so much I could say; I don’t know where to start.”
“Did that person order you to kidnap me?” Freya asked.
“Yes,” Ashley answered.
“Why?”
Ashley confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, “He wanted me to create a compromising video of you, something he could use to force you into doing his bidding.”
Freya said little more, her gaze steady. She continued, “What does he want me to do?”
“He wants you to stay close to Kristian, to follow his commands whenever he gives them,” Ashley said, feeling a weight slowly lifting off her shoulders. “My return was part of his plan too.”
“He wants you to marry Kristian?” Freya asked, piecing it together.
“Yes.”
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