Chapter 465:
Back then, Freya and Kristian were still married, weren’t they? Didn’t that count as cheating?
“I was busy and forgot,” Toby said honestly. “I only remembered when I logged into my alternate account.”
Alan was stunned into silence.
Then a thought struck him. “Wait… why were you on an alternate account in the first place?”
Toby froze, his nerves kicking in.
“You were gonna log in just to vent about me after what I said earlier, weren’t you?” Alan said flatly, pinning Toby with a stare.
Toby forced a grin, on the verge of collapse. “You’re so sharp, Mr. Briggs.”
Alan was too furious to respond.
“You better pray Mina doesn’t get upset later,” Alan warned, still stewing. “Or you’ll just give me a reason to start on you online.” Toby’s heart sank, but he stayed quiet.
If Alan really did that, Toby was pretty sure his future would be bleak and hopeless.
“Why isn’t Mina picking up?” Alan grumbled, calling again after the first attempt went unanswered.
Freya came back after rinsing her hands and spotted the missed call. Just as she was about to return it, the screen lit up again.
She answered, placed the phone on the table, and turned on the speaker while peeling an orange. “Mina.”
“Yeah?”
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“I just got word from Toby,” Alan began, seated in his office with the screenshots laid out in front of him.
Truth be told, he was nervous. What if she couldn’t take it and broke down?
Freya popped a slice of orange in her mouth and said, “What is it?”
“What kind of man do you think Kristian is?” Alan figured he should ease her into it—it was a heavy thing to drop out of the blue.
He didn’t know the details of their divorce, but if it turned out Kristian had slept with someone else, surely Freya wouldn’t be okay with that.
As the question hung in the air, Hugh instinctively looked at Freya.
She replied without missing a beat, “A scumbag.”
Hugh and Alan couldn’t have agreed more.
“Was the divorce because he cheated?” Alan asked carefully.
Freya paused mid-peel, a flicker of something crossing her eyes. “Why are you asking me that?”
Frederick might enjoy gossip, but he only shared it with their close circle and her father. He wouldn’t blab.
And Kristian wouldn’t admit it either.
“Toby told me something just now,” Alan said, still unsure how to phrase it. “It’s about Kristian.”
Freya froze, the orange halfway to her lips.
Hugh stopped what he was doing, glancing between Freya and the phone, silently asking if he could join in.
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