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    Freya, sensing his unease, read his unspoken thoughts. She offered him a small, reassuring smile. “Vivien is different from that person. I can tell the difference.”


    Hugh was taken aback, his emotions swirling. Freya’s words sank in, and with that, she headed upstairs, unaffected by the tension in the room.


    “Did your sister mean what I think she did?” Hugh asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.


    Ethel nodded. “Yes.”


    For Freya, she understood that Vivien’s actions were influenced by Edwin, not Cheryl. She wouldn’t me Cheryl for Vivien’s faults. After a soothing bubble bath to ease the day’s exhaustion, Freya climbed into bed.


    Momentster, her phone rang.


    Seeing Frederick’s name on the screen, she answered, “Hello?”


    “Help!” ke’s hoarse, desperate voice echoed through the phone.


    Freya stiffened, realizing this wasn’t a prank. “What happened?” she asked, concern flooding her tone.


    Her first thought was that Frederick might have been kidnapped by her enemies.


    But since those enemies didn’t know her true identity, she rxed a little. As long as they weren’t ruthless criminals, the situation might not be as dire.


    “I’m kidnapped. Come save me!” Frederick’s voice cracked in panic.


    Freya leaned against her headboard, raising an eyebrow. “Shouting so loudly, aren’t you worried the kidnappers will hear?”


    “He’s right next to me.”


    “Does he hold your phone?”


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    “Yes, he does.”


    “Tell him to turn on the speakerphone, and I’ll talk to him.”


    Frederick passed the message along. “Freya wants you to turn on the speaker.”


    The so-called “kidnapper”plied, and the speakerphone was activated.


    “Freya, he’s turned it on,” Frederick confirmed.


    Freya ran a hand through her still-wet hair, her expression growing serious as she addressed the person on the other end. “Is that you, Kristian?”


    Frederick’s eyes widened in shock.


    How did she guess?


    He turned to look at the man in a suit, who remained cool and detached, his expression unreadable.


    Kristian’s gaze deepened as he acknowledged, “It’s me.”


    “Do you want money?”


    “Remove me from your cklist.”


    Freya fell silent, taken aback.


    She had considered many possibilities, but never this one.


    Holding the phone, she asked, her tone level, “Is it worthmitting a crime for that?”


    “Did Imit a crime?” Kristian replied, defensive. “Didn’t you kidnap Frederick?”


    “He volunteered.”


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