Chapter 294:
As she pressed send, her mind wandered back to something Ashley had mentioned, prompting her to seek out Gerard for more information. At that moment, Gerard was accompanying Kristian at a remote villa. The buzz of Freya’s incoming call caught Gerard’s attention, and he glanced toward Kristian, hesitating.
“Sir, Ms. Briggs is calling. Should I take it?”
“Not at the moment,” Kristian responded, his gaze growing stormier as he reclined on the sofa.
“Understood,” Gerard acknowledged, watching the call disconnect on its own.
Once the line went dead, Gerard couldn’t help but express his concern.
“She likely called to tell you she’s safe. Aren’t we risking worrying her by not responding?”
“She won’t be worried,” Kristian said, his voice carrying an icy detachment.
True to his words, Freya was far from worried.
She simply assumed he was in a location with poor reception.
Once he confirmed Freya’s safety, Kristian initiated his questioning. In the spacious living room of the villa, Kristian, with Gerard loyally standing behind him, confronted two men sitting opposite. Clad in hospital gowns, both looked exceedingly gaunt.
Had Freya been present, she would have recognized them as her kidnappers.
“Who are you, and what was your purpose in kidnapping Freya Briggs?” Kristian inquired, lounging on the sofa with his legs elegantly crossed, his presence radiating undeniable authority. His mere presence was enough to instill terror.
The two men trembled, acutely aware of the formidable figure before them. There was no mistaking it—Freya was Kristian’s wife, undeniably.
Noting their hesitance, Gerard flashed a knowing smile and subtly adjusted his glasses. “My boss is not one to wait. I suggest you talk sooner rather than later, or else…” His eyes darted briefly to their groins.
𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝓂: ga l no v els .co m
The men winced and protectively covered themselves. Gerard’s smile didn’t waver.
“My—My name is Omar Guzman,” stammered the man who had previously been clad in black, now donning a hospital gown. The other man anxiously cleared his throat and stammered, “I’m Trevor Payne.”
“We honestly had no clue she was connected to you,” Omar confessed, his voice trembling with genuine fear. “We were paid to deliver her to the warehouse. Had we known she’s with you, we never would have touched her.”
“He’s right,” Trevor added hastily, his face pale and glistening with sweat.
Kristian’s eyes narrowed, his voice laced with chilling sarcasm. “So you’re saying it’s fine to kidnap someone else?”
Both men shivered under his piercing gaze.
“Absolutely not!”
“And who put you up to this?” Kristian demanded, his chilling presence and piercing eyes imposing immense pressure.
Trevor and Omar exchanged wary, hesitant glances, silently weighing the consequences of revealing the truth.
Their memories were hazy—one moment they had been knocked out, and the next, they had awakened in agony at this unfamiliar villa, with no recollection of what had happened in between.
Kristian’s patience evaporated swiftly. “Gerard,” he commanded icily, “call the police. Have these two taken away immediately.” Pausing briefly, Kristian continued in an unforgiving tone, his words razor-sharp with menace. “Collect enough evidence to ensure they’ll face the death penalty.”
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