Chapter 295:
Panic surged through the two men, their faces draining of all color.
“No! Please!” Omar begged frantically, desperation evident in his eyes. “We’ll tell you everything, we swear! Just listen!”
Trevor blurted out hastily, his voice trembling slightly from the weight of his confession. “It was a woman named Ashley Bradley who orchestrated the whole ordeal. She paid us handsomely to kidnap Freya Briggs.”
“Ashley Bradley?” Gerard turned, his eyes wide with disbelief, as he looked towards his boss for confirmation.
The situation painted a grim picture of a feud between Kristian’s ex and his current wife—a scenario far too common, yet here it had escalated into a realm of criminal schemes.
“What exactly did she instruct you to do?” Kristian’s voice dropped an octave, heavy with foreboding.
Omar and Trevor exchanged glances, their faces etched with anxiety.
Admitting the truth felt like walking a tightrope above a perilous drop. The air in the room grew thick with tension as Kristian’s presence seemed to loom larger, casting a shadow that felt almost icy.
Omar gulped, struggling to keep his voice steady. “She demanded we… strip Freya, rape her, and capture it all on video.”
Trevor, pale and nodding solemnly, corroborated Omar’s account. Gerard hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering back to Kristian, gauging the storm that was about to break.
“Did you lay a hand on her?” Kristian’s voice was icy, devoid of any warmth.
Gerard knew without a doubt that if they confessed to having touched her, Kristian would shatter their bones without a second thought.
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“No!” they replied in haste, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
“We were just about to carry out Miss Bradley’s instructions when your wife took us down.”
“You two couldn’t manage her?” Gerard inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.
The men were momentarily lost for words. It wasn’t simply a matter of managing her; they stood no chance whatsoever!
“Honestly, she is way out of our league. Even with two additional men, we’d be no match for her,” Omar admitted, his voice reflecting a deep-seated fear of Freya’s combat prowess.
Upon hearing this, Kristian reflected on the incident where Freya had been assaulted by a group of people.
He had initially suspected she was colluding with those people, but now he realized the threat was genuine.
“Mr. Shaw?” Gerard interjected gently.
“Turn them over to the police and dig into their pasts. Should you find any criminal ties, present the evidence,” Kristian commanded.
Gerard nodded, his response firm. “Understood.”
“Mr. Shaw, we admit our mistakes. We’ll never repeat them. Please, show us mercy just this once,” they implored with desperate eyes. “We never laid a finger on Ms. Briggs!”
Their voices cracked, laden with fear of their past misdeeds coming to light, knowing well the harsh consequences that awaited them.
“Didn’t lay a finger on her?” Kristian rose to his feet, the lines of his tailored suit emphasizing his imposing figure. “And if Freya had been defenseless, a woman unable to defend herself, would you have shown her any mercy?” His voice was cold, the potential danger to Freya gnawing at him.
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