Chapter 365:
Freya raised her gaze, calm but piercing. “This is Alerith.”
“So what?” Kristian shot back, his eyes glinting with something dark. The chaos of the evening had clearly unsettled him. “I don’t like playing tricks, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how.”
Her brow creased slightly.
From what she knew of Kristian, scheming had never been his style. But there was one incident she remembered vividly—someone had tried to undermine him, and just when she’d moved to help, the tide had turned in the blink of an eye. He’d said the exact same words then—he didn’t like scheming, but he wasn’t incapable of it.
At that moment, he had been ice-cold.
But it hadn’t lasted long before he snapped back to his usual self.
She wasn’t worried, not really.
But Frederick did seem to cross paths with Kristian more often. If Kristian were truly provoked, things could get complicated when her guard was down.
Fine. One last conversation.
“Mel, you should go,” Freya said, her tone final. “See you tomorrow.”
Melvin hesitated, thrown.
Was she really leaving with Kristian?
Freya gave him a look—a silent message that she’d take care of it.
“Gerard,” Kristian said.
“Goodbye, sir.” Gerard, ever the sharp one, understood immediately and nudged Melvin toward the car.
Melvin hesitated, glancing over his shoulder more than once, but finally got in. His mind was already working on a plan.
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Kristian radiated coldness, his stare piercing. “You called him so sweetly.”
“It’s none of your concern,” Freya answered coolly, sharp as ever. “Weren’t you offering to drive me home? Then what’s the holdup?”
Her words stung. Kristian’s gaze grew colder.
Why did it suddenly feel like she was treating him like some glorified driver?
He didn’t linger on the thought. He needed this time with Freya—needed to talk, to make her see reason. And above all, to convince her to remarry him.
Lost in his thoughts, he slid into the driver’s seat.
Freya opened the back door and slipped into the rear like she owned the car.
“Sit in the front,” Kristian said, his patience thinning.
She really knew how to push every last one of his buttons.
“When I’m with Mel, I always sit in the back,” Freya said smoothly. “If that bothers you, I can always call him back.”
Kristian couldn’t even respond. He wanted to summon Gerard, but knowing Gerard had driven off with Melvin, he could only grind his teeth in silence. Torn between pride and frustration, he hit the gas.
In the back, Freya glanced at a message from Melvin, asking if she was okay. She replied with calm efficiency, telling him not to worry. Melvin couldn’t afford to attract too much attention. If Kristian ever investigated Anita International Group, the trail would lead straight to her. She could already hear him saying it, “I never expected you to hide so well—even owning Anita International Group.”
Once her chat with Melvin ended, Freya looked up, eyes narrowing. They weren’t heading toward her place. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, her voice level.
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