Chapter 86:
Freya answered without hesitation, “Yes.”
“Even knowing you might pay a devastating price?” Kristian pressed further.
Freya affirmed with unwavering conviction, “That’s correct.”
“Fine.” Kristian rose abruptly, coldness radiating from his entire being. “When trouble finds you, don’t seek my assistance.”
“Rest assured, I won’t,” Freya promised calmly.
Her response only fueled his mounting fury.
He struggled to comprehend why, despite having substantial wealth, she remained so determined to penetrate this particular social sphere. The business world teemed with deception and treachery—even billions couldn’t safeguard against the consequences of a single misstep.
Following this volatile exchange, Freya and Kristian parted ways, their relationship further damaged.
Kristian departed in a state of seething rage. Gerard promptly compensated the hotel for room damages before escorting his boss to the airport.
All essential business transactions had been successfully concluded over the previous days.
Regarding the earlier meeting, had it not been for extracting critical information, Kristian wouldn’t have bothered engaging with those men.
Gerard observed his boss’s darkened mood cautiously. “Are you certain you wouldn’t prefer to remain another day?”
Kristian responded with icy brevity, “Shut up.”
“Yes, sir,” Gerard acknowledged immediately.
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A palpable tension permeated the vehicle’s interior.
Kristian, overwhelmed by restlessness, briefly closed his eyes before issuing a commanding directive, “Have our associates in Alerith create some difficulties for Freya—enough to make her reconsider her current path.”
“Isn’t that excessively harsh?” Gerard dared to question.
Kristian’s gaze transformed into something glacial. “Sympathetic toward her?”
“Certainly not,” Gerard answered diplomatically. “I simply wonder—since you evidently still care for her—why proceed with the divorce? Wouldn’t bringing her back to Jeucwell be preferable?”
“Just focus on the road,” Kristian commanded sharply, effectively ending the conversation.
Gerard bit his tongue, opting for silence as he steered the car through the streets.
After Kristian reiterated his directive, Gerard relayed the instructions with meticulous care.
Arriving at the airport, Gerard clutched the plane tickets and ventured cautiously, “Sir, do you truly intend to leave Alerith?”
Kristian’s expression tensed subtly, irritated by his assistant’s persistent questioning.
“The message you had me deliver could lead them to believe Mrs. Shaw has crossed you,” Gerard explained, his voice laced with concern. “What if they decide to target her while you’re gone?”
Kristian hesitated for a moment.
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