Chapter 297:
As he turned the card over, something caught his attention. The material was unlike any standard deck—it was exceptionally thin, almost imperceptibly so, and it had a smoothness that felt unlike any card he had ever touched.
“Where did he get this?” Kristian asked, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. He fixed Gerard with a sharp gaze.
Gerard was momentarily confused. Hadn’t he just explained? Freya had left it at Felipe’s place.
“Didn’t Felipe say anything else besides telling you to give this to me?” Kristian pressed, his fingers running across the smooth surface of the card.
If this were an ordinary item Freya had carelessly left behind, Felipe would have sent it to the Shaw Group office days ago.
But the fact that it was being returned in this manner only raised more questions.
Gerard, admiring his boss’s attention to detail, answered, “Mr. Yates did mention that if you want to know more about how Ms. Briggs left this card at his place, you should speak with him directly.”
Kristian paused, the gears in his mind turning.
He didn’t hesitate long. Grabbing his phone and car keys, he made for the door.
“Mr. Shaw,” Gerard called after him.
“Reschedule tomorrow morning’s meetings,” Kristian instructed, his voice as cold as ever. “I’m going to see Felipe.”
“And what about your divorce with Ms. Briggs in the afternoon?” Gerard asked, his voice laced with realization.
“Postpone it,” Kristian said, a flicker of thought crossing his mind.
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Gerard raised an eyebrow. “What’s the reason?”
“I went to the outskirts to find her tonight,” Kristian explained smoothly, already preparing his excuse. “The car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and my phone died. I was stuck until the early hours. Then Felipe came to take me away for a discussion. I haven’t slept and I’m exhausted.”
Gerard nodded, relieved. “Understood.”
Trusting Gerard to handle the logistics, Kristian walked out, his steps steady and sure.
To cover his tracks, Gerard quickly sent a message to Freya, saying he was occupied, ensuring the situation remained under control. This would make sure Freya remained unaware the next day.
Kristian hadn’t expected to find himself fabricating a reason to delay the divorce, but here he was. After a long drive, he arrived at Felipe’s villa an hour later.
Felipe, like Kristian, was accustomed to solitude.
Around one in the morning, his villa was as silent as the grave, not a soul in sight.
Kristian, undeterred by the hour, stood before the door, pressing the doorbell relentlessly for nearly ten minutes, but received no answer. Recalling the door code Felipe had once shared with him, Kristian entered it, the quiet click of the mechanism betraying his entry.
Moments later, he stepped inside the villa.
He closed the door softly behind him and called Felipe, making sure not to startle him.
Felipe’s phone rang, its sound piercing the quiet night like an unwelcome intruder.
Felipe’s groggy voice filtered through the line. “Kristian, are you out of your mind, calling at this hour?”
Kristian stayed silent, his presence an unseen shadow in the quiet room. With a frustrated grunt, Felipe tossed his phone to the floor and curled into his blankets, intending to sleep through the disturbance.
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