Chapter 87:
Pushing further, Gerard implored, “You understand the intricacies of the social networks better than anyone. The moment word gets out that you’re distancing yourself from Mrs. Shaw, the others will likely take it as a cue to isolate her. In the long term, this could be detrimental to her…”
Gerard paused, releasing a deep, troubled sigh.
A brief shadow of contemplation flickered across Kristian’s features before he dismissed it with a fleeting smirk. “If you’re that concerned, perhaps you should consider marrying her yourself.”
Gerard was utterly lost for words.
“Moreover, Freya has already filed for divorce,” Kristian declared, his voice icy and detached. “Once I have the divorce papers in hand, I never want to hear ‘Mrs. Shaw’ mentioned again.”
“Got it,” Gerard responded without missing a beat.
Kristian paid him no mind, his dark gaze growing ever more enigmatic. In a swift motion, he slipped something into Gerard’s hand, rose from his chair, his neatly pressed trousers highlighting his tall stature.
Gerard peered at the object in his hand and inquired, “What is this?”
“Had you not jogged my memory, I would’ve completely overlooked this,” Kristian murmured. “At today’s lunch, everyone was aware that Freya was accompanying me.”
A look of confusion crossed Gerard’s face.
“If you relay my instructions, some might suspect you bear a personal animosity toward Freya,” Kristian remarked calmly. “Logically, someone who just spent time with me wouldn’t have a problem with me, right?”
“What exactly are you getting at?” Gerard inquired, his tone pressing for clarity.
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“Head back to Jeucwell for now. I’ll remain in Alerith,” Kristian commanded, his deep voice unwavering. “Only by causing her direct inconvenience will everyone realize the seriousness of my grievances,” Kristian explained, his tone as firm as his resolve.
Gerard was left dumbfounded. If Kristian was genuinely concerned about Freya, why not just admit it? His indirect approach seemed rather absurd.
“Understood,” Gerard responded tersely, choosing not to elaborate further.
With a sense of finality, Gerard boarded the plane, ticket in hand, while Kristian summoned his driver and made his way back to his branch office.
Kristian’s scheme was straightforward yet bold.
He intended to personally complicate Freya’s life, hoping she would come to regret her choices.
By persistently pestering her, he believed she would eventually tire of their shared social circles and opt for a tranquil existence with the assets from their divorce.
However, dreams and reality often clash.
After spending three additional days in Alerith, Kristian had not caught even a fleeting glimpse of Freya. His inquiries suggested she had vanished into thin air.
Despite his efforts, she remained elusive.
Leaving the hotel behind, Freya retreated to her true sanctuary—the castle she shared with her family.
She had devoted the entire day to cleaning the vast castle.
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