Chapter 409:
Ten minutes later, Freya reassured Ashley that she hadn’t been exposed and urged her to remain calm and get some rest.
Earlier, the man had asked Ashley about Kristian pursuing her. If Freya’s instincts were right, he had simply changed tactics. With no clear sense of his new strategy, all she could do was take each twist as it came.
With these thoughts crowding her mind, she finally fell into a deep, restless sleep.
The next morning, she returned to work as if nothing had changed. At Anita International, she was reviewing a few bid proposals when she noticed an unusual expression crossing Melvin’s typically unreadable face.
Freya set the documents aside and asked, “What’s going on?”
“Do I really seem like someone who can be bought that easily?” Melvin asked, straight-faced and serious.
Freya studied him for a moment. “Yes.”
He was too controlled, too perfectly polished.
“Someone tried to bribe you?” she asked, intrigued.
“Yes,” he replied plainly, with no trace of amusement in his tone. “And insulted me while he was at it.”
Now Freya was genuinely curious.
“He offered me a million a year to be a mole beside you. To report everything back to him,” Melvin explained, as if recounting a dull weather forecast.
“And?” Freya asked, leaning in as though watching a drama unfold.
“Nothing.”
“Why not?”
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“The money was too little. I don’t have time to waste on amateurs,” he said with a shrug. “If he’d offered fifty million, I might’ve humored him for a minute.”
Freya picked up the bid proposals again and said casually, “Next time he shows up, raise the price—and accept.”
“I thought the same,” Melvin replied, his voice level, as if discussing stock prices.
Freya chuckled quietly and returned to her documents.
Melvin had a singular loyalty—to profit. Whoever had tried to turn him clearly thought his love of money would make him easy prey. But no matter how high the offer—be it fifty million, a hundred million, or more—Freya knew one thing for certain: he’d never betray her.
“Oh, right,” Freya said, suddenly remembering something. “How’s the charity foundation coming along?”
“It’s completed the final procedures,” Melvin replied.
“Good.”
She didn’t probe further.
The 1.4 billion Kristian had given her had been channeled into the foundation—her way of opening doors to education for children born without luck. Both Anita International and Briggs Group had also launched several charity initiatives.
After finishing her morning work at Anita International’s office, she headed over to Briggs Group’s office in the afternoon.
Alan, seeing her rush between offices every day like a pendulum on overdrive, couldn’t resist poking fun. “Exactly how much are they paying you at Anita International to work this hard?”
Freya paused for a moment. Alan didn’t know that Anita International was, in fact, her own company.
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