Chapter 300:
“No.” Felipe was puzzled by Kristian’s insistence.
“If you really want this footage, help me find Farrah first.” Felipe’s voice showed his desperation. He had been searching endlessly with no success. “She was sent away by your wife. You need to bring her back to me.”
“Give me the footage first, and I’ll have Gerard help you with that,” Kristian retorted, his patience wearing thin.
Felipe leaned back in his chair and faced him squarely. “I trust you in other matters, but first, you have to help me find her. Just tell me which city she’s in.”
Felipe didn’t question Kristian’s integrity per se.
It was more about Freya’s mysterious nature. If she held other secrets, finding Farrah could become an impossible task.
“Alerith,” Kristian suddenly declared.
Felipe was taken aback. “What?”
“Farrah is in Alerith,” Kristian wanted to wrap things up there.
Felipe gave him a skeptical look. “How do you know this?”
“If you want to protect someone, where would you put them?” Kristian asked him.
Felipe answered without hesitation, “Jeucwell.”
It was his territory. Keeping the person close was the most secure option.
“Alerith is Freya’s territory.” Kristian, despite his reluctance to accept it, knew everything about Freya suggested she was more than she appeared. “Trent is also in Alerith, so Farrah is most likely there.”
“She’s never liked Alerith,” Felipe blurted out.
Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs 𝑖n g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑠.𝓬o𝓶
“If not for those past events, she might have chosen to go to a city she liked. Considering you had to take her to the hospital twice, she’d feel most secure being with Freya’s men.”
His simple remark suddenly widened Felipe’s perspective.
He looked at Kristian with mixed emotions, then pulled out a flash drive with the copied video from his desk drawer and handed it to him.
“Thanks.” Kristian collected the flash drive and turned to leave.
“Kristian,” Felipe called after him.
Kristian stopped, his aura as imposing as always. “Anything else?”
“Do you not find Freya very mysterious?” Felipe hinted, hoping Kristian would catch on. “A person your skills and knowledge can’t seem to crack…”
“She’s a hacker,” Kristian summed it up in one sentence.
Because she was a hacker, he had ceased further investigation, convinced that it was futile to try and unearth any leads.
Felipe rose to his feet, one hand casually in his pocket. “It’s rare for a hacker to manage feats like hers. Even the top guards you’ve brought on board can’t run five kilometers, but Freya…”
Kristian stayed silent.
He pondered as well, but certain thoughts were better left unexplored. Once he began, he knew he wouldn’t be able to refrain from digging further. They were about to get a divorce, and finding out her background seemed irrelevant at this point.
“Good endurance might indicate she enjoys sports, and her combat skills could suggest she’s trained in self-defense.” Felipe was more knowledgeable about this topic than Kristian. “However, the ability to sever a line from the ground floor and fix a playing card to the wall isn’t something just anyone can do.”
“What exactly are you getting at?” Kristian’s eyes narrowed as he sensed a deeper message hidden beneath Felipe’s words.
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