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Once the police had departed, Gerard made his way back to the vi.
As he approached, he found Kristian surrounded by a cold, almost suffocating aura. His presence was as sharp as a dagger''s edge. "The police have taken them into custody," Gerard said, his voice careful yet resolute.
Kristian, his expression unreadable, gave a slight nod. "Set up a meeting with Ashley for tomorrow," he ordered. His eyes remained distant, as if watching something beyond the walls. "Also, dig deeper into the incident where Freya was attacked by that group in open areas. I want a full investigation."
"Understood," Gerard replied promptly, his mind already ticking off the next steps. Kristian''s voice broke the silence again. "There''s one more thing."
"Yes?"
"How''s the investigation into the hotel incident with Freya and Trenting along?" he inquired, his tone still t but tinged with the weight of expectation.
"We''ve gathered some information," Gerard said, brow furrowed. "But it''s a bit puzzling. We''re waiting for the second round of findings toe through. I''ll update you as soon as we have more details."
Kristian nodded briefly, his lips barely moving. "Alright."
With that matter settled, Gerard remembered something else he needed to bring up.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a custom ying card, its edges neatly trimmed and its design subtle yet distinct. "This is from Mr. Yates. He asked me to pass it along to you."
Kristian gave it a fleeting nce before walking over to the sofa. His movements were asposed as ever, his demeanor cool and distant.
He ced the card on the table, his voice as even as the surface of a stillke. "Tell him to find Zander on set. I don''t have time for his games."
"No, that''s not it," Gerard rified quickly.
Kristian raised an eyebrow, the silence stretching between them.
"Mr. Yates mentioned that this card was left at his ce when Ms. Briggsst visited," Gerard continued, recounting every word without hesitation. "He wanted me to return it to you."
The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, and Kristian''s curiosity stirred.
He took the card, a King of Diamonds, and turned it over in his hand. "She went to his house?"
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The idea seemed almost preposterous. Freya had always kept her distance from Felipe-so why visit his home? It didn''t add up.
As he turned the card over, something caught his attention. The material was unlike any standard deck-it was exceptionally thin, almost imperceptibly so, and it had a smoothness that felt unlike any card he had ever touched.
"Where did he get this?" Kristian asked, his voiceced with a quiet intensity. He fixed Gerard with a sharp
gaze.
Gerard was momentarily confused. Hadn''t he just exined? Freya had left it at Felipe''s ce.
"Didn''t Felipe say anything else besides telling you to give this to me?" Kristian pressed, his fingers running across the smooth surface of the card.
If this were an ordinary item Freya had carelessly left behind, Felipe would have sent it to the Shaw Group office days ago.
But the fact that it was being returned in this manner only raised more questions.
Gerard, admiring his boss''s attention to detail, answered, "Mr. Yates did mention that if you want to know more about how Ms. Briggs left this card at his ce, you should speak with him directly."
Kristian paused, the gears in his mind turning.
He didn''t hesitate long. Grabbing his phone and car keys, he made for the door.
"Mr. Shaw," Gerard called after him.
"Reschedule tomorrow morning''s meetings," Kristian instructed, his voice as cold as ever. "I''m going to see Felipe."
"And what about your divorce with Ms. Briggs in the afternoon?" Gerard asked, his voiceced with realization. "Postpone it," Kristian said, a flicker of thought crossing his mind.
Gerard raised an eyebrow. "What''s the reason?"
"I went to the outskirts to find her tonight," Kristian exined smoothly, already preparing his excuse. "The car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and my phone died. I was stuck until the early hours. Then Felipe came to take me away for a discussion. I haven''t slept and I''m exhausted."
Gerard nodded, relieved. "Understood."
Trusting Gerard to handle the logistics, Kristian walked out, his steps steady and
sure.
To cover his tracks, Gerard quickly sent a message to Freya, saying he was upied, ensuring the situation remained under control.
This would ensure that Freya would remain none the wiser the next day.
Kristian hadn''t expected to find himself fabricating a reason to dy the divorce, but here he was. After a long drive, he arrived at Felipe''s vi an hourter.
Felipe, like Kristian, was ustomed to solitude.
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Around one in the morning, his vi was as silent as the grave, not a soul in sight.
Kristian, undeterred by the hour, stood before the door, pressing the doorbell relentlessly for nearly ten minutes, but received no answer.
Recalling the door code Felipe had once shared with him, Kristian entered it, the quiet click of the mechanism betraying his entry.
Momentster, he stepped inside the vi.
He closed the door softly behind him and called Felipe, making sure not to startle him.
Felipe''s phone rang, its sound piercing the quiet night like an unwee intruder.
Felipe''s groggy voice filtered through the line. "Kristian, are you out of your mind, calling at this hour?"
Kristian stayed silent, his presence an unseen shadow in the quiet room. With a frustrated grunt, Felipe tossed his phone to the floor and curled into his nkets, intending to sleep through the disturbance.
Meanwhile, Kristian flicked on the living room lights, casting a cold glow through the darkened house. His footsteps echoed sharply as he began ascending the stairs.
The rhythmic thud of his leather shoes was the only sound in the otherwise still vi.
Felipe, now wide awake, gripped the covers tighter, his heart racing in his chest.
Oh no.
Was there really a ghost in the house?
The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, each one like a hammer strike to his nerves.
The sound of knocking at the door sent a shiver through Felipe.
It repeated, each knock louder than thest. Flicking the lights to their brightest
setting, Felipe dressed quickly, his hands trembling.
He approached the door cautiously, his every step slow, deliberate.
Outside, Kristian, growing impatient with the drawn-out knocking, ced his hand on the doorknob.
By sheer coincidence, Felipe did the same from the inside.
Before Felipe could apply any pressure, he felt the doorknob turn on its own.
A cold wave of shock washed over him. What in the world was happening? Could
it really be a ghost?
The door creaked open with a soft click, as if announcing a sinister arrival.
Felipe quickly backed away, grabbing his pillow from the bed.
If a ghost dared to enter, he would throw the pillow at it.
In a blur, the bedroom door swung wide.
And there stood Kristian, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light.
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Felipe, now wide awake and clutching the pillow like a shield, froze, his heart skipping a beat. Kristian frowned slightly at the sight. His voice, as cold andmanding as ever, cut through the tension. “If you were awake, why didn''t you answer the door?" Felipe blinked, his stiff posture rxing in an instant.
"Kristian?" he breathed, his legs suddenly feeling like jelly.
Kristian didn''t step inside but remained in the doorway, his expression unreadable. "Come out. We need to talk."
Too exhausted to argue, Felipe silently followed Kristian downstairs, his mind already racing through a thousand unanswered questions.