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    From his position, Kristian couldn’t clearly distinguish the young man’s facial features.


    Nevertheless, he determined that in bearing, appearance, and physical build, this man embodied the quintessential pretty-boy archetype.


    Instantly, a disturbing thought shed through Kristian’s mind.


    Could this be the Charlie, the one who reportedly shared Freya’s bed?


    The mere possibility ignited uncontroble jealousy within Kristian. Barely divorced and already entertaining visitors—wasn’t that excessively precipitous?


    Kristian strode over with purposeful steps, his confidence evident in every movement.


    Frederick jumped when he spotted Kristian, his pulse quickening instantly. “Mr… Mr. Shaw…”


    “You recognize me?” Kristian lingered at the threshold, radiating an intimidating coolness that filled the space with his authority.


    A flicker of recognition crossed Kristian’s mind as he studied Frederick’s features, sensing they’d crossed paths before.


    “Who in this city doesn’t know the president of Shaw Group?” Frederick nervously ran fingers through his hair, feeling vulnerable without Freya nearby. “What brings you here?”


    “Where’s Freya?”


    Kristian cut to the chase, unwilling to spend time on someone he deemed insignificant.


    Remembering Freya’s instructions, Frederick answered honestly, “She returned to Alerith with Trent.”


    The revtion caught Kristian off guard.


    How had this development escaped his notice?


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    And more tellingly, this stranger seemed to be quite close to Freya.


    “Do you and Freya share a close rtionship?” Kristian’s eyes narrowed.


    “We’ve known each other since elementary school,” Frederick replied candidly, as Freya had mentioned her identity no longer mattered after finalizing the divorce. “Why do you ask?”


    Kristian felt increasingly distant from understanding who Freya truly was.


    “When exactly did she leave with Trent?”


    “Yesterday. Weren’t you informed?”


    Frederick’s expression puzzled as he continued, “She headed straight to the airport with Trent afterpleting the divorce proceedings.”


    Kristian’s expression darkened dramatically. Freya was really something, huh? She had indeed vanished without so much as a goodbye.


    “If there’s nothing else, I really should get inside…” Frederick struggled under the weight of the tension between them.


    Though Kristian initially nned to dismiss him, he noticed the car keys clutched in Frederick’s hand as the man turned to leave. After thorough questioning, he discovered Freya had not only gifted this young man her fancy car but also allowed him to upy the vi.


    Kristian was furious.


    With emotions churning inside him, he drove back to his family home. This time, Kristian disregarded the butler’s protests, fully aware they were merely excuses fabricated by his grandfather, who preferred avoiding him.


    Upon entering, he found Lionel absorbed in a solitary chess match.


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