Chapter 299:
“When did she leave it?” Kristian pressed on, eager for an answer.
“That night when you came here to pick her up,” Felipe said, still amazed by Freya’s skills.
Kristian looked confused.
Felipe didn’t mince words. He handed the card back to Kristian, stood up, and began walking upstairs. “If you really want to know, come with me.”
Kristian followed him.
Felipe walked through the bedroom to the balcony with his hands in his pockets and nodded toward a severed line. “Last time she was downstairs there, she used that card you’re holding to cut through this line.”
“I didn’t come here to joke with you,” Kristian said, skeptical. Cutting a line accurately from a distance with a playing card seemed beyond ordinary.
Even if Freya had once been the Briggs family’s bodyguard, it still felt far-fetched.
Felipe arched an eyebrow. “You don’t believe me?”
Kristian shot him a skeptical glance that seemed to say, “Really, do you think I’m that naive?”
“Alright,” Felipe said, having expected such skepticism. He turned back toward his study. “Come on, you’ll see for yourself.”
He turned on his laptop and pulled up the surveillance footage from that night.
As the footage of Freya fighting the bodyguards played, Felipe watched Kristian’s grave demeanor and started narrating. “She’s quite the force. She single-handedly took down several of my guards.”
Kristian watched closely. Freya’s fighting technique was precise and deliberate, each move made with maximum efficiency.
ℝ𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸h𝒶ρtєrs 𝑜𝓃 g𝓐l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓶
Her skills were clearly beyond what you’d expect from a typical bodyguard.
“You don’t need to see the part where I had a chat with her,” Felipe said as he fast-forwarded the video. “Let’s skip to the important part.”
Kristian remained silent, allowing Felipe to skip through the footage.
Felipe paused the video just as he had taunted Freya, saying, “So what happens when your countdown ends? Do you imagine you can simply force your way in?”
Immediately after he said that, Freya flung a playing card, which sliced through the line on the balcony.
“See that?” Felipe exclaimed, still feeling a shiver.
Kristian suddenly interrupted. “Wait.”
“What?” Felipe looked at him, confused.
Without a word, Kristian rewound the footage to the moment right after Felipe spoke.
This time, he concentrated hard on Freya’s left hand, not missing a blink.
Yet, he still couldn’t understand how the playing card had come into her hand. It seemed to appear out of nowhere.
He slowed down the playback speed, but it remained unclear.
“What’s the matter?” Felipe asked as he watched him rewind the video repeatedly.
Kristian was deep in thought. While still holding Freya’s playing card, he requested, “I need a copy of this footage.”
“Aren’t you set to divorce her?” Felipe hesitated, then locked his laptop screen. “Why do you need it?”
“Just give it to me.”
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