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    “I told you, but you dismissed my words,” Freya replied with striking nonchnce.


    Kristian found himself speechless. Who would have believed such statements in that particr context?


    “Where are you currently?”


    “In Alerith,” Freya admitted without hesitation.


    Kristian felt his anger threatening to erupt.


    Of course, he knew she was in Alerith.


    Taking several measured breaths, he attempted to address her with forcedposure, “We need to talk. Provide me with your address.”


    “Meeting my boss requires scheduling an appointment, sir,” Melvin interjected through the phone’s speaker, his tone crisp and professional. “She’s upied and cannot amodate individuals of lesser importance.”


    Kristian found himself at a loss for words.


    Freya cleared her throat delicately before noting, “Melvin, are you aware of who this caller is?”


    “I don’t know, but regardless of identity, anyone deemed insignificant must schedule an appointment to see you,” Melvin responded with earnest conviction.


    Freya couldn’t suppress a lightugh.


    Melvin consistently managed to irritate others with his unwavering seriousness.


    Their exchange reached Kristian’s ears, and hearing Freya happily talking to another man stirred a flicker of jealousy within him. And how dare that man refer to him as “individuals of lesser importance”?


    “Mr. Shaw, you’ve heard my assistant’s position, correct?” Freya reclinedfortably in her car seat, exuding casual indifference. “If you have matters to discuss, arrange an appointment properly. I have pressing obligations, so I’ll end this call now.”


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    With that deration, Freya terminated the connection and immediately switched her phone to silent mode.


    Just as shepleted this adjustment, a message appeared on the screen. “Remove me from your block list.”


    Freya dismissed the notification with a single swipe, disregarded its content entirely, and set her phone aside before closing her eyes to resume her rest.


    “Ms. Briggs,” Melvin ventured.


    Freya acknowledged with a soft murmur, her eyes remaining shut.


    “If I heard you correctly, you referred to him as Mr. Shaw just now?” Melvin had keenly detected the significant detail.


    “Yeah? What’s going on?” Freya asked, her tone light, as if the conversation was just a breeze blowing by.


    “You haven’t returned to work for two years and kept extending my time off. Is it because you married him?” Melvin contemted the recent phone call and the cascade of events that had unfoldedtely.


    Freya acknowledged it without hesitation. “Yes.”


    Melvin posed one final question, his voice steady. “Is his name Kristian Shaw?”


    Freya’s eyebrow arched in surprise at his unexpected knowledge. “Yes.”


    Little did Freya realize that her dedicated assistant had already cklisted Kristian from their professional sphere.


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