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    Melvin’s voice was full of reason. “Most people would intercept at night. If you go to the residence now, they won’t act. You might as well stay at thepany for half the day to give them more time to prepare.”


    “Melvin,” Freya simply said.


    “I’ll take that as a yes,” Melvin replied, his tone resigned but respectful. Freya was speechless. How was she supposed to deal with an assistant who insisted she go to work?


    They pulled into thepany garage, the following cars unable to enter due to unregistered tes. Once the location was confirmed, the followers updated Edwin, who instructed them to hold their position and wait for backup.


    As the sun began to dip below the horizon, signaling the end of another workday, Freya made her way to the lounge. There, she swiftly shed her formal attire and changed into something far morefortable—a pair of sneakers and casual clothes.


    The reason behind the change was simple: the evening ahead promised to involve a bit of confrontation, and she needed the right gear to handle it.


    No sooner had she finished changing than her phone buzzed, disying a call from Ethel. Recalling Hugh’s earlier words, Freya decided it was best to pick up.


    “Hey, Mina.”


    “Yeah?”


    “Are youing home for dinner tonight?” Ethel’s voice was full of warmth, yful and endearing, like a soft breeze coaxing with its charm. “I don’t have any sses today, so I decided toe home early and learn a few new dishes from the cook.”


    Freya’s grip tightened on her phone. She wasn’t particrly keen on returning home, but thest thing she wanted was to dampen Ethel’s excitement.


    “Mina, please…” Ethel’s voiceced with a hint of sweetness.


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    “What time?” Freya gave in, her tone softening.


    “Half past seven,” Ethel replied, clearly thrilled.


    “Alright,” Freya agreed, though with a twinge of reluctance.


    Once the call ended, Ethel turned to her father, who had already returned home. “Mina said she’de for dinner, but you know how she feels about Cheryl and her daughter. If you’ve got any business with them tonight, make sure not to call them once Mina arrives.”


    “Understood,” Hugh answered quickly, nodding in acknowledgment. To ensure no awkwardness, he subtly mentioned this to Cheryl, though he did so with a diplomatic touch, aiming to spare her feelings.


    Freya checked the time—it was already 5:30 p.m. An hour’s drive stood between her and her father’s home, but she needed to take care of those stalkers first.


    After a brief moment of thought, she made a decision. She alerted Melvin, and together they set off—not toward home, but toward the outskirts.


    Parked in a secluded area, they pretended their car had broken down, leaving the hood popped open as a silent invitation for troublemakers to make their move.


    By 6 p.m., the sky had already darkened, wrapping the world in an early nightfall, as if nature itself was preparing the stage for what was about to unfold.


    The group of people stalking Freya was visibly excited at the sight of the isted location.


    “This is the perfect spot,” one of them murmured, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “No cameras, no one around. It’s just us.”


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