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    Melvin vividly recalled Gerardmenting countless times about Kristian’s abysmal leadership. In his mind, if someone failed so terribly as a superior, they must surely fail as a husband too. No wonder Freya had severed her marriage to Kristian.


    Good riddance indeed!


    “What’s brewing behind that inquisitive expression?” Freya inquired, reading her assistant’s face with practiced ease.


    “You should concentrate on steering thepany smoothly from now on,” Melvin advised earnestly, his tone unexpectedly formal and devoid of humor. “Don’t venture into marriage again.”


    “Noted,” Freya responded casually.


    Throughout their journey, Freya rested in the backseat while Melvin mapped out the day’s agenda in his mind.


    Thirty minutester, they pulled up at Anita International Group headquarters.


    Freya had christened thepany after her mother. Despite being merely four years old, the business had flourished remarkably.


    “Holy cow! Is that Ms. Briggs?”


    “And Melvin Swain?”


    “Am I hallucinating? She actually graced us with her presence?”


    “Persistence pays dividends. Melvin has been counting down to this moment, and atst, she has returned.”


    Exmations erupted from staff members the instant the two stepped through the doors.


    Freya and Melvin took the executive elevator. Mulling over the reactions, Freya nced sideways at him. “What exactly have you been doing these past two years? They sound like I abandoned them at sea.”


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    “They simply missed your presence tremendously,” Melvin replied, maintaining an impassive expression.


    Freya shot him a doubtful look.


    She struggled to ept that exnation.


    After exiting the elevator, Melvin escorted her to her office. Upon discovering it immacte and arranged precisely as it had been two years prior, Freya hesitated at the threshold.


    She marveled at Melvin’s attentiveness, a wave of appreciation washing over her.


    “These documents require your signature. I’ve thoroughly vetted them; everything appears in order,” Melvin exined, presenting her with a neatly organized stack. “Sign these first, and I’ll prepare the aromatherapy in the lounge.”


    “That won’t be necessary.” Freya halted him with a gentle gesture.


    Melvin froze mid-step.


    Freya rified, “I’ve been essentially idle for two years, and my sleep quality has improved significantly. The aromatherapy isn’t needed anymore.”


    Hearing this, Melvin felt a weight lift from his shoulders.


    He poured Freya a steaming cup of coffee, suggesting sheplete the signatures and then retire to the lounge while he handled the remaining matters.


    But rxation eluded Freya. Just as she finalized thest document, her phone vibrated with a call from Hugh.


    She maintained her characteristic detachment, disying minimal enthusiasm for prolonging their conversation. “What is it?”


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