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    Was he Edwin?


    Freya turned her gaze to see the man.


    From where Freya sat, the face of the man remained a mystery, but the voice and silhouette left no room for doubt—it was Edwin.


    Thest encounter at the hotel had been carefully orchestrated by Freya. She had hoped that by provoking Edwin, he would take the bait, giving her the perfect opportunity to expose his wrongdoings. This would allow her to gather the evidence needed to send him behind bars. But so far, nothing had gone awry.


    “Melvin,” she called out, her voice steady.


    “At your service,” came the prompt reply.


    “Do you think your outfit today is fit for showcasing your fighting skills?” Freya asked, her mind already spinning a n.


    Melvin, who knew her intentions better than anyone, understood immediately. Without hesitation, he answered, “Yes.”


    When Freya gave an order, it was as good as gospel, no matter the circumstances.


    Freya nodded, feeling reassured. “Good.”


    They finished their meal at a leisurely pace, and when the time came to pay, Freya raised her voice slightly, intending to catch Edwin’s attention and set the wheels of her n into motion.


    Just as she expected, as soon as she spoke, both Edwin and Vivien turned their heads toward her.


    Freya’s voice was unmistakable, clear and melodic. Vivien, having heard it just moments ago, recognized it immediately. Edwin, too, remembered it all too well—the same voice that had echoed in the confines of the hotel room, the one that had driven him to near madness.


    Sure enough, as soon as Freya finished paying and made her way to the door, Edwin approached her and Melvin, a smile ying at the corners of his lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Briggs?”


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    Freya barely nced his way, deliberately ignoring him as though he were a shadow passing through the room.


    “Uncle Edwin, do you know her?” Vivien couldn’t hide her confusion, her brow furrowing as she spoke. “Who exactly is this woman?”


    “More than just knowing her,” Edwin responded with a slight smirk, “I was the one who facilitated her… affair with Mr. Shaw.” He hadn’t heard the full story of what had transpired at the hotel after he left, but he was sure of one thing: a woman like Freya wouldn’t escape Kristian’s attention. Men, after all, were weak to such allure.


    Vivien blinked, processing the words. “Mr. Shaw?”


    “I’ll exin it all to youter,” Edwin dismissed, not wanting to go into the details here. “You go ahead, and I’ll catch up with you when I have a moment.”


    “No! You have to teach her a lesson today!” Vivien snapped, her anger rising. “She’s the one who spoke ill of me to Mr. Briggs, which led to him kicking me out.”


    Edwin raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. He turned toward Freya, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It seems you have quite the knack for getting involved with men—first Mr. Shaw, then Mr. Briggs.”


    Vivien looked between them, trying to piece things together, though she was still confused. “What do you mean?”


    Edwin’s grin widened. “She was once intimate with Mr. Shaw. Now that he has lost interest, she’s moved on to Hugh Briggs. She must have coaxed him to fire you.”


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