Chapter 421:
“Mina, don’t come here. I can handle this myself.” After thinking it through, Alan added, “If you show up, he’ll definitely take you out. That way he’ll be the strongest left.”
Freya closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her forehead, completely speechless.
“Alan.” She pulled out her trump card. “If you don’t give me the address, I’m calling your mom.”
“No!” he blurted out without hesitation.
Freya didn’t say another word, just waited for him to give her the address.
It was a hard-earned lesson from the last time Alan got drunk and stirred up chaos—no matter what anyone did, nothing worked. The only person who could rein him in was his mother, and only when she showed up did he finally settle down.
A full minute ticked by. The other end of the call was dead silent.
Just as Freya began to wonder if Alan had passed out, his voice suddenly rang out, full of conviction. “I’ve made up my mind. Your safety matters most. I won’t let you take the risk.”
Freya sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
“He’s at my place,” Kristian said finally, his voice low with exhaustion.
Relief washed over Freya, and her shoulders relaxed. “Okay.”
Alan chucked the phone aside. “Kristian, how dare you lure Freya into your trap! I’ll kick your ass and make you pay!”
Freya caught that last line before the call ended, and the calm she’d just found evaporated in an instant.
Knowing Alan’s knack for creating chaos, she didn’t dare waste another second. She hung up before he could bring the whole building down.
“Grandpa, something urgent came up with my cousin Alan. I need to head over,” Freya explained. “I’ll visit you next time.”
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
“Do you want me to send someone with you?”
“No, thanks. I can handle it. Good night.”
With that, she made her way to Kristian’s place at full speed.
She couldn’t figure it out—Alan was always so careful with his drinking, even in social settings. How had he gotten this drunk tonight?
At Kristian’s place, saying the scene was chaotic would’ve been putting it mildly.
Alan, fully convinced he was a good fighter, decided Kristian had evil intentions and challenged him to a duel.
Kristian, faced with a drunk who also happened to be Freya’s cousin, didn’t fight back. If he accidentally hit too hard and cracked a bone, Freya would hate him even more.
Besides, in his current state, Alan wouldn’t feel a thing anyway.
Amid the crashing and chaos, Kristian looked around his wrecked living room and couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Alan Briggs, if you keep this up, the neighbors are going to complain.”
Neighbors? Complain?
Alan paused mid-rampage. “What’s that got to do with me? If I don’t knock you out tonight, I’m letting Mina down!”
And just like that, round two began.
Kristian had originally planned to let Alan blow off steam and then lock him in a room if needed.
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