Chapter 508:
With Kristian’s polished image and impressive family background, it wasn’t hard to imagine Miguel being charmed.
He might even start fantasizing about a marriage alliance.
That thought alone made Freya slam the gas pedal harder. She could only pray that Kristian wouldn’t mention anything about marriage. If he did, her grandfather would no doubt latch onto the idea.
And once that happened, an official engagement announcement would be inevitable. Then, things would spiral completely out of control.
Meanwhile, Kristian was already seated, engaged in a pleasant chat with Miguel.
Gerard stood a short distance behind him, playing the role of silent assistant, quietly observing the conversation unfold.
“You’re really prepared to offer that much to the Briggs Group?” Miguel asked, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he sized Kristian up.
Dressed in a tailored suit that sharpened his already commanding presence, Kristian replied evenly, “As long as you accept the terms I just laid out, I’ll deliver everything as promised.”
“No problem!” Miguel agreed without hesitation.
Kristian took the agreement Gerard had prepared and handed it over. “In that case, I’d appreciate your signature right here.”
Miguel skimmed through the contract, his grin widening with every page. He didn’t hesitate—just picked up a pen and signed.
Watching the whole thing, Gerard found himself at a loss. His emotions twisted into a knot, leaving him speechless.
“Since you’re here, stay for lunch,” Miguel offered, clearly in high spirits. “It’s always nice to have company.”
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“I’d love to,” Kristian replied.
Moments later, the signed agreements were split between the two parties.
Miguel instructed one of his staff to store the document safely, while Kristian handed his copy to Gerard to hold onto. Other than the three of them, no one else knew the details of the deal.
Freya arrived just as lunch was about to be served.
Both Miguel and Kristian looked genuinely surprised to see her, neither had expected her to show up.
“What brings you here?” Miguel asked.
Freya glanced briefly at Kristian, then came up with a nonchalant excuse.
“Just came to pick up a few things.”
Since she had her own room at the estate, it didn’t sound out of place. Miguel didn’t react much to her response.
“Well, since you’re here, join us for lunch,” he said after a short pause, brow furrowed slightly before extending the invite. “I happen to have a guest.”
“Alright,” Freya replied, seizing the moment to figure out why Kristian had shown up.
Noticing the subtle tension between the two, Miguel tactfully came up with an excuse to step out.
Freya found it suspicious—her grandfather never acted like that.
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