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    Moreover, Kristian had an aura about him that few could replicate.


    As she pondered these thoughts, Freya walked into the living room and saw Kristian sitting on the sofa, waiting for her.


    He was dressed in a sharp, well-tailored suit, with a few stray locks of hair falling over his forehead, adding an effortlessly charming touch to his appearance.


    Upon seeing Freya, he picked up the folder and said, “Let’s go.”


    “Fine,” Freya replied with a simple word.


    They both got into the car. Liam stood at the door, watching them leave. Once the car disappeared from view, he took out his phone and sent a text message to his family.


    “They’re off to get divorced.”


    The three recipients read the message with a mixture of emotions, but ultimately, they epted the reality.


    They decided not to interfere with Kristian’s rtionship.


    The car drove towards the courthouse, with Freya at the wheel and Kristian in the passenger seat. Neither of them spoke during the drive.


    It was an hour’s journey from Kristian’s house to the courthouse. Kristian held the folder in his hand and nced sideways at Freya, noticing she seemed calmer than usual. He asked, “No turning back?” He didn’t specify what he meant, but Freya understood.


    “No turning back,” she answered simply.


    “The money has been transferred by Gerard, and the vi in the suburbs is now in your name. The most expensive luxury supercar is in the garage of that vi,” Kristian said, his voice steady, though his eyes darkened.


    “Okay,” Freya replied.


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    “The vi’s entry code is your birthday. The car keys and the spare vi keys are in the mailbox outside, with the same code,” Kristian continued.


    Freya gave a small nod. “Okay.”


    “The other keys are in the key tray at the vi’s entrance,” Kristian added.


    Freya remained unwavering in her response. “Okay.”


    The moment the word escaped her lips, Kristian’s grip on the folder tightened like a vice. He couldn’t quite name the emotions bubbling within him. It felt as though something vital was slipping from his grasp, destined to vanish forever.


    “Freya,” he called her name, his voiceced with an unfamiliar softness.


    Freya paused, halting at the traffic light. Her gaze remained tranquil andposed. “Yes?”


    “I’m sorry for what happened before,” Kristian began, his voice surprisingly steady, as though he hadn’t expected the words to leave his mouth. “I’ll find out who attacked you and who set you up at the hotel.”


    “There’s no need,” Freya replied, her tone indifferent. “The past will be erased once we’re officially divorced.”


    She didn’t linger on what had already passed. Whether it was past wounds or fleeting moments of tenderness, they would all remain in the past once the divorce was finalized.


    “If you ever find yourself in trouble again, you cane to me,” Kristian offered, his voice still holding a trace of hope.


    Freya’s response was calm and unchanging. “There’s no need.”


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