Chapter 85:
Freya stood unhurriedly, composing herself.
As she prepared to leave, Kristian’s intense scrutiny fell upon her.
“Shouldn’t you explain what you were doing at the Savory Haven?”
Freya didn’t even pause. “That’s none of your business.”
“That place operates exclusively for members. You couldn’t have gained entry alone.” Kristian’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who took you in?”
Freya repeated firmly, “I said, it’s none of your business.”
Having no desire to prolong her time with Kristian, she strode past him toward the exit.
Kristian seized her arm abruptly, pressing her against the wall with his hand positioned beside her face.
“Freya, there’s a limit to my patience!”
Confusion flickered across Freya’s features.
“I didn’t intervene before because I wanted you to recognize that the elite circle harbors more dangers than you realize.” Kristian’s voice lowered ominously. “After today’s events, you should understand this circle isn’t suitable for you. If Edwin had sent you to someone else, you wouldn’t be standing here unharmed.”
His words carried unmistakable gravity, his eyes conveying a glacial warning.
Freya responded with subtle defiance, “Is that so?”
“You don’t believe me?” Kristian questioned, tension evident in every syllable.
Freya offered no response, her silence speaking volumes.
Kristian dragged her decisively into another room of the suite. He activated the computer, his long fingers moving with purpose across the keyboard. Within moments, a series of photographs appeared on the screen, each person’s identity concealed by pixelated eyes.
𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓬 𝗮𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ⓯𝓻𝗼𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺
“These are all individuals who were destroyed by people like Edwin,” Kristian explained, gesturing toward the monitor while his penetrating gaze remained fixed on Freya. “Some were sentenced to prison for their transgressions, while others continue to move freely among us.”
Freya examined the screen with measured interest. Despite the digital obscuring, she recognized one woman—someone she had personally helped report to authorities. Yet due to insufficient evidence, no arrests had followed.
The screen revealed people who projected glamorous exteriors while concealing their true natures beneath carefully crafted facades. She deliberately shifted her gaze away, acknowledging Kristian’s concern but remaining resolute.
“I’ll protect myself.”
“Freya!” Kristian’s voice erupted with frustration.
Freya maintained her composure, unmoved by his outburst. “I value my well-being more than anyone else possibly could. Anyone foolish enough to harm me will face consequences. Since we’ve already decided on divorce, certain matters no longer fall within your jurisdiction.”
“Do you expect Trent Seymour to watch over you?” Kristian demanded, his anger intensifying.
Freya responded without intentional provocation, “I don’t require anyone’s protection.”
“Are you genuinely determined to be part of this circle?” Kristian questioned, exasperation evident in every syllable.
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