Chapter 861:
But as Kristian’s assistant, there were lines he couldn’t cross.
“Alright,” Freya agreed, her voice holding more weight than usual. “I’ll head over in a couple of days. Should I bring Kristian?”
“Either way is fine,” Gerard replied plainly. “As long as you say the system was your personal choice, that’s all that matters.”
Freya answered, “Understood.”
Once the call ended, she sent Gerard a message—but with his phone turned off, he never received it.
The next day, Freya had just wrapped up some work when Frederick messaged her, suggesting they all meet up. Although such gatherings didn’t particularly excite her, she usually went along for the sake of friendship. Today, however, was different.
“I’m skipping this one. You all enjoy,” Freya said as she left her study, her eyes briefly landing on Kristian, who was reading on the sofa.
“Come on,” Frederick said, exchanging a glance with Greta. They had arranged the meet-up hoping to observe how Ellis and Freya were getting along. If things weren’t progressing, they could help move it along. But if Freya didn’t show, what was the point?
“Is it work?” Frederick asked seriously. “You could bring it along—Trent could give you a hand.”
“It’s not work,” Freya admitted without hesitation. “It’s Kristian.” She felt at ease going out with her family; Kristian wouldn’t stir up any trouble during those times. But with Frederick’s group? Given how unpredictable Kristian had become, who knew what might happen? All she wanted was peace.
Frederick looked genuinely puzzled. “Kristian? What’s he got to do with it?”
Freya gave him a quick rundown.
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In their circle, Frederick was notorious for gossip, but beyond it, he was discreet and wouldn’t let anything slip.
“Is he faking it?” Frederick speculated after hearing her out. “The last video he posted seemed normal enough.”
“I had him mimic his old self,” Freya explained. “You guys go have fun. Once Kristian’s situation is sorted out, dinner’s on me.”
She had reviewed hours of surveillance footage to help Kristian maintain the illusion when he returned.
“No big deal,” Greta said, grabbing Frederick’s phone and taking over the conversation with Freya. “Why not just bring him and see what happens?”
Freya looked confused.
Frederick seemed equally lost. Was this a face-off between the ex and the current flame?
“Ask him if he wants to come,” Greta said seriously, her eyes steady. “Let him know I’ll be there, along with Frederick, Ellis, and Trent. If he wants to join, bring him along. If not, we’ll plan something else.”
Freya hesitated for a moment.
“Freya, ask him,” Frederick nudged her.
She turned toward Kristian, who was watching her from the sofa. After a beat of consideration, she spoke.
Being cooped up too long might not be great for his recovery. But if she went out, it wasn’t like she had any particular hobbies anyway.
“Frederick and my other friends asked me to come out. Ellis is going too,” Freya said simply. “Do you want to come?”
“Do you think they’d be alright with me tagging along?” Kristian asked, his tone sincere.
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