Chapter 584:
Freya turned the chess piece in her hand, then finally said, “Kristian Shaw.”
“What?”
“Kristian Shaw?”
“Kristian Shaw,” Freya repeated with quiet composure.
Josiah was reeling. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Wasn’t Kristian the courteous, upstanding young man he’d always known? “You mean the current president of Shaw Group in Jeucwell? That Kristian Shaw?”
“Yes,” Freya nodded.
“That can’t be! Every time I’ve met him, he’s been nothing but polite and well-mannered. How on earth…” Josiah shook his head in disbelief.
In Josiah’s eyes, Kristian had always seemed above reproach. He treated elders with respect and employees with generosity. Even when he playfully threatened Gerard’s bonuses, he never actually docked them. But a man like that, failing to value Freya? Josiah couldn’t make sense of it.
Still, he trusted Freya’s word. She wouldn’t lie.
“I didn’t tell him about my family back then,” Freya explained quietly. “He wanted to meet my father, but I refused.”
Josiah looked even more perplexed. “Well…”
“Josiah, it’s your turn,” Freya shifted the conversation, hoping to bring him back to the game.
But Josiah couldn’t focus. His thoughts were tangled in Freya’s revelations.
It made sense now, why Kristian had mentioned to him the other day that Norah had been cruel to Freya. Josiah had thought it was just out of business-related concern. He’d never imagined they had once been a couple.
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Freya, noticing his daze, gently called his name, “Josiah?”
“Would it be alright if I asked why you divorced?”
“We weren’t compatible.”
Those simple words spoke volumes.
Clearly, much had unfolded between her and Kristian. Otherwise, how could two such capable individuals end up apart?
Josiah let out a soft sigh.
For the next twenty minutes, he played in a haze, too distracted to truly engage in the match.
He kept thinking about setting Freya up with Ellis. But would Ellis mind her past?
Josiah didn’t care—Freya was exceptional—but Ellis’s opinion was a mystery.
The more he dwelled on it, the heavier his mind became.
“Josiah,” Freya called out, pointing at his nearly checkmated pieces. “You need to concentrate.”
Josiah glanced up and made his move.
After a few more turns, another question bubbled up. “Does your captain know about this?”
Freya blinked, momentarily caught off guard. She wasn’t sure why her captain had come up now.
Still, she replied, “Yes, he knows.”
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