Chapter 81:
With over a billion from his fortune, she could live luxuriously for the rest of her days.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Kristian reclined in the vehicle and closed his eyes to rest.
Shortly after their departure, Ethel and Hugh arrived at the restaurant. Just as they were about to enter, Ethel received a message from Frederick, assuring her that the situation had been resolved.
Frederick dared not reveal to Ethel what had transpired in the private room. If he did, Freya would undoubtedly seek retribution.
Meanwhile, Freya found herself escorted to a hotel by Edwin.
Evidently, Edwin had invested considerable effort to impress Kristian, as the entire suite had been transformed into a romantic retreat, complete with subdued lighting and a captivating fragrance.
“Go take a shower, change into the clothes on the bed, and wait for Mr. Shaw to arrive,” Edwin instructed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gazed at Freya, utterly captivated by her striking beauty. “If you dare upset him, you’ll witness firsthand how I deal with disobedience.”
Freya didn’t spare the clothes a single glance. Her eyes remained locked on Edwin, her gaze icy enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
Edwin dared not linger; everything had been meticulously arranged, and he feared losing his restraint if he stayed too long. After all, she was Kristian’s chosen one.
As he turned to leave, Freya swiftly slammed the door shut and secured the lock with a definitive click.
Edwin frowned, unmoved by Freya’s defiant gesture. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
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“Let’s talk,” Freya stated calmly, dragging a chair to block Edwin’s path before lowering herself into it.
“We can discuss matters after Mr. Shaw concludes his business,” Edwin replied with a smug chuckle, completely misreading Freya’s intentions. “I’ll ensure you find the experience… pleasurable…”
Freya sprang to her feet and delivered a powerful kick to his midsection. She had no patience for such vile talk; her sole intention was to teach him a painful lesson.
“Ouch!” Edwin howled, clutching his stomach as he crumpled to the floor, his eyes blazing with indignation. “What’s the meaning of this?”
Freya advanced toward him, her penetrating gaze never wavering. “Did you instruct Emil to harm Ethel?”
Edwin froze, momentarily forgetting his pain. His eyes widened with unmistakable panic. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re referring to.”
“That’s perfectly fine. I’ll jog your memory properly,” Freya declared, commencing her distinctive interrogation methods.
She had thoroughly investigated him, aware he had mistreated numerous women—some with consent, others through coercion. Had she possessed concrete evidence, she wouldn’t hesitate to ensure his imprisonment.
“Ouch!” Edwin screamed again.
The bodyguards stationed outside heard the disturbance and instinctively concluded something serious was happening, pounding frantically on the door.
One guard immediately sent an urgent message to Kristian.
Freya registered the commotion at the door but paid it no mind. As Edwin attempted to call for assistance, she swiftly grabbed a nearby towel and stuffed it into his mouth.
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