Chapter 82:
Terror flooded Edwin’s eyes. He remained bewildered about how he had provoked this woman; he had never heard of anyone like Freya in Ethel’s circle.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Freya Briggs,” she announced with unsettling calm, her commanding presence filling the room. “I previously served as Ethel Briggs’s bodyguard. My absence gave you the opportunity to act. Now the time has come to settle accounts.”
Edwin grew increasingly agitated. He hadn’t been the one to harm Ethel.
“She isn’t someone you can intimidate with impunity,” Freya remarked, glancing toward the bathtub as water steadily filled it. She dragged Edwin into the bathroom and hurled him into the tub with surprising strength. “Should you dare hint or incite anyone to harm her again, I’ll return the suffering tenfold.”
Edwin was utterly shocked. How could this woman possess such formidable strength? He thrashed desperately in the water, struggling to break free, but his efforts were futile.
His hands had been securely bound with a necktie, leaving only his feet free to move. With his mouth obstructed and nose submerged, he began to choke helplessly.
For the first time in his life, he experienced genuine despair.
“Did you hear me?” Freya inquired coldly.
Despite the hatred seething within him, he nodded quickly, driven by primal fear.
Freya finally pulled him from the water, allowing him to breathe.
Meanwhile, outside, Kristian rushed to the scene upon learning the room was locked. His eyes had reddened with urgent concern. The mere thought of that despicable man potentially harming Freya ignited murderous rage within him.
He had completely forgotten Ethel’s mention of Freya serving as her bodyguard.
Lаtєѕt chɑptєrs іn g𝑎lnοvєls.𝑐ο𝗺
All he could envision was the gentle Freya who seemed to need his protection and intervention in everything.
He had already resolved that if Edwin dared lay a finger on her, the consequences would be devastating.
Gerard approached with urgent steps.
“Break down the door immediately!” Kristian commanded, his voice sharp with concern.
“We simply can’t…” the bodyguards admitted with evident embarrassment, having already tried and failed.
Kristian’s fists tightened until his knuckles whitened, then he delivered a powerful kick against the door’s surface.
Bang!
The entire door violently shuddered, its wooden frame threatening to splinter under the force.
Gerard observed silently, releasing an inward sigh of resignation. It was obvious that Kristian had fallen deeply in love yet remained utterly oblivious to his own feelings. He professed interest in Ashley, yet whenever she called, he promptly instructed Gerard to handle it, conveniently citing his arrangement with Freya as justification. He claimed no affection for Freya, yet monitored everything connected to her with meticulous attention, becoming consumed with anxiety at the slightest hint of danger. It seemed he would need to experience her absence to truly appreciate her presence.
Bang! Kristian unleashed another forceful kick, and this time, the door surrendered to his determination, flying open.
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