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    "Quick Hurry and inform our leader!" one of the men shouted urgently.


    "Starting today, you''ll live in hell!"


    After hurling the biting remark, the group hastily departed, obviously eager to rally more support and tend to their wounds.


    The crowd, witnessing the confrontation, gradually scattered to resume their own affairs. Only a handful of young women, who had previously taken a stand, remained, their gazes fixed on Freya with evident concern. "Are you alright, miss?"


    "It''s always wiser to visit ces like this with somepany."


    "That''s right."


    They surrounded Freya with their soothing presence.


    (Freya offered them a reassuring smile, her warmth visibly calming their worries. "I''m fine, really. Thanks for


    Pour concern."


    "Please, think nothing of it." The young women smiled with warmth, theirpassion unmistakable. "If you''re up for it, why not join us? We''re nning to hang out a little longer before heading out."


    "Thank you," Freya responded, her eyes softening with appreciation. "But I think I''ll head back home now."


    The young women didn''t press further, respecting her decision.


    As Freya made her way out, they couldn''t resist calling after her, treating her like some innocent little girl. "Wait a moment, miss."


    Freya paused, looking back. "Yes? What is it?"


    "Just remember, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this again, never agree to go with anyone."


    Those people didn''t seem trustworthy at all. If you had gone with them, it could have turned out terribly." "Never ept a drink that''s been out of your sight in a nightclub."


    Absorbing their earnest guidance, Freya gazed at them, her eyes softening, as though she viewed them not just as peers but as cherished younger sisters. “I understand," she murmured, her voiceced with genuine appreciation "Thank you"


    "You''re wee," they responded, their faces lighting up with gentle, reassuring smiles.


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    With a lingering look, Freya exited the nightclub into the cool evening air.


    Her eyes flickered to therge clock mounted above the entrance-it was already eight in the evening.


    Nestled in the heart of downtown, the nightclub was a daunting two-hour drive from her quiet suburban home. The very idea of the journey ignited a strong sense of reluctance within her.


    Her anger had faded, leaving her with a clear understanding of why Kristindoubted her.


    If something felt off, there was always a catch-an old saying she''d learned to believe.


    Indeed, Kristian''s suspicions regarding her unlikely actions and her interactions with Trent were justified. No wonder he harbored doubts.


    Shaking off these reflections, Freya initially considered hailing a taxi but quickly dismissed the idea in favor of the subway. It was not only cheaper but would sh her journey time by half. Resolved, she descended into the subway''s bustling embrace.


    By the time she surfaced at the station near her home, the night had deepened to half past ten.


    Stepping out, her attention was abruptly captured by the urgent re of sirens.


    A fire truck barreled past, heading toward her neighborhood, while worried whispers floated around her.


    "A fire at this hour," one bystander murmured, anxiety threading their tone. "I wonder if anyone''s trapped inside."


    "Absolutely. It scares the hell out of me."


    "How could a fire just erupt out of nowhere?"


    "Who knows?"


    A fire? Freya''s expression tightened, and her steps grew quicker as she made her way over.


    The moment she reached a point overlooking her apartment, her worst fears were confirmed. mes hungrily devoured a house below,pping at the floor above.


    It appeared to be her home.


    Her usual calm shattered, she broke into a frantic run toward the inferno.


    It wasn''t about the receable items-herptop, her phone; it was her marriage certificate thaty in jeopardy.


    If it sumbed to the mes, she''d be faced with the hassle of recing it. Moreover, with her fragile rtionship with Kristian teetering on the edge, the disappearance of their marriage certificate might spark usations of deceit from him, undoubtedly leading to yet another heated exchange.


    Downstairs, at the base of the apartment building, a fire truck had already made its entrance, navigating through the residential area. Authorities had erected barriers to hold back the gathering crowd of onlookers.


    Kristian sat in his car, a look of concern etched across his face, while Gerard, who had hurried over to fetch him, was at the wheel


    ncing toward the smoke engulfed building, Gerard turned to his boss and remarked, "It looks like the fire is directly below Ms. Briggs'' home."


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    Without another word, Kristian pushed the door open and got out of the car.


    The alcohol clung to him, making his head feel a bit light and unsteady. Without the alcohol clouding his judgment, he wouldn''t have bothereding.


    "Think anyone''s actually in those apartments upstairs? One of the doors stayed shut when we knocked."


    "If no one came to the door, maybe there''s no one there, right?"


    "With smoke this thick, they should definitely know something''s up."


    As murmurs from the onlookers swirled around him, Kristian pulled out his phone with a sense of urgency, thumbing through his contacts to call Freya. Despite his repeated attempts, they all went straight to her voice


    mail.


    "Mr. Shaw," Gerard ventured cautiously, drawing near.


    Without a word, Kristian snatched Gerard''s phone from his hand and dialed


    Freya''s number once more, his brow furrowed in frustration.


    A nagging thought gnawed at him-perhaps Freya wa disagreements and was deliberately ignoring his calls.


    still harboring resentment over their earlier


    still harboring resentment


    Regardless of whose phone he used, the result was the same. After numerous tries, there was still no answer from Freya.


    Kristian''s heart sank, a sudden wave of panic washing over him.


    His concern for her safety overshadowed any thoughts about her rtionship with Trent. Fueled by concern, he called Trent, pressing him to get in touch with Freya. However, the oue only intensified his anxiety.


    Trent did indeed make the call, but there was no answer from Freya''s phone.


    "Try not to worry excessively." Gerard attempted to console him, his voice calm. "Perhaps she is outdoors and didn''t hear her phone."


    "No, she''s inside."


    Kristian''s voice was rough, strained as he stared at the house now shrouded in smoke.


    When he had spoken to Trent, Trent had managed to check the location of Freya''s phone; it was still connected to the Wi-Fi at her home.


    A dreadful realization dawned on him almost immediately.


    Freya''s phone must be on silent, and she could be asleep, unaware of the danger encroaching upon her.


    "What are you doing?" Gerard''s voice cracked as he reached out, attempting to restrain Kristian, who was already pushing his way toward the growing crowd.


    "Let go!" Kristian''s voice was a fierce growl as he shrugged off Gerard''s grasp and marched determinedly toward the engulfed building "Treya is still in there," he dered, a mixture of resolve and dreadcing his


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    The thought of her with Trent stung, but watching her lose her life was something


    he refused to ept.


    The wail of sirens filled the air as the fire truck screeched to a halt.


    Thick, choking smoke was already seeping from the cracks of Freya''s apartment windows. Kristian''s heart hammered with the terrifying thought of her, unaware and suffocating, her breaths possibly growing fainter with each passing moment. The image of discovering Freya lifeless was unbearable, sending a sharp pang of agony through his chest.


    Gerard, still hesitant, reached out again in a futile attempt to pull Kristian back.


    But it was clear now, Kristian''s determination gave him an unstoppable strength, his long strides barely hindered.


    Gerard found he couldn''t hold him back at all as Kristian disappeared into the haze, driven by a desperate hope to save her.


    In that moment, a voice, tinged with confusion, pierced the air. "Gerard?"


    Gerard''s body tensed, and he froze in ce.


    Nearby, Kristian, who had just wrenched himself free from the mor and was making a dash toward the building, halted abruptly at the sound.


    "Ms-Ms. Briggs?" Gerard''s voice quivered slightly as his eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief. "Why are you here?"


    "I stepped out for a while. I just got back." Freya didn''t notice Kristian, who had surged out of the crowd. Her gaze lingered on the flickering fire before shifting to Gerard. "And you? What are you doing here?"


    Gerard''s eyes darted instinctively towards Kristian.


    Freya''s eyes followed, catching the trace of concern.


    Seeing the sheer concern written all over Kristian''s face made her stop in her tracks.


    "Mr. Shaw..." Gerard spoke up, breaking the silence.


    "Get in the car," Kristian interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the tension.


    His demeanor was frosty, yet the relief in his heart was palpable as hemanded, "Let''s head back."


    Gerard remained silent, a lump forming in his throat.


    He cleared it, hoping to dispel the thick air of tension. "You were so worried about


    Ms. Briggs just moments ago. Now that she''s safe, aren''t you going to speak to


    her?"


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