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    Freya opened her mouth to protest when her phone vibrated against the table.


    Seeing Frederick’s name on the screen, she epted the call.


    “Freya! This is incredible!” Frederick’s voice overflowed with unbridled enthusiasm. “Is that rare supercar in the vi actually intended for me?” It was an exclusive, limited edition, after all.


    He had longed to purchase one for years but couldn’t secure a reservation due to its scarcity.


    Freya truly was the best!


    “Yes,” Freya replied with casual indifference toward automotive luxuries. “You’ll need to decide whether to keep it in Jeucwell or have it transported back to Alerith.”


    “Freya, I can’t thank you enough!” Frederick’s voice bubbled with excitement.


    “If you truly want to express gratitude, convince Melvin to leave my ce,” Freya suggested, ncing at her assistant with resigned helplessness. “Perhaps persuade him to take another month off.”


    Frederick responded simply, “Goodbye.” This was Melvin, after all—Freya’s most dependable right-hand man.


    When she preferred not to work, he seamlessly managed everything withoutint.


    However, anyone attempting to interfere with her professional responsibilities would face his merciless removal.


    Freya exhaled deeply, realizing she had no allies in this situation.


    “Ms. Briggs,” Melvin interjected again, his expression unwavering.


    “Fine, I surrender,” Freya conceded. “But let me establish one condition—I can only remain at thepany for two or three days. Afterward, I must attend to matters at Briggs Group, and you cannot prevent me.”


    “I’ve already arranged for your preferred bed and sofa to be installed in your office lounge,” Melvin continued with professional detachment. “You need only rest in the lounge while I handle the operational demands.”


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    Freya considered thispromise. “One week, maximum.”


    “You’re wee to bring Briggs Group assignments to ourpany,” Melvin suggested, demonstrating his intimate understanding of Freya’s preferences. “Briggs Group certainly won’t provide suchfortable amodations or an assistant capable of resolving problems on your behalf.”


    “Melvin…” Freya began to protest.


    “I can manage Briggs Group responsibilities for you as well,” Melvin offered smoothly.


    Freya swallowed her prepared objections.


    Such exceptional assistant talents shouldn’t go unutilized.


    “Fine,” she agreed with resignation. “I’ll follow your rmendation.”


    Since Melvin had be her assistant, her workload had diminished dramatically, eventually approaching nearly nothing.


    She had even contemted transferringpany ownership to him, allowing herself to collect dividends without any professional obligations.


    Yet he had firmly declined this arrangement.


    While Freya savored her post-divorce liberation, Kristian’s world was crumbling around him.


    Upon arriving at the vi he had gifted to Freya, he observed a young man in casual attire emerging from the garage, clutching a set of keys with evident satisfaction.


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