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    Freya was puzzled.


    “Volunteered?”


    A cold shiver ran down Frederick’s spine as Kristian’s gaze locked onto him. He knew the time hade—he had to confess everything to Freya.


    Previously, Kristian had used Lionel’s phone to contact Freya, asking her to lift the ban she had ced on him. Afterward, he waited. However, even as the workday drew to a close, she had not removed him from her cklist.


    It was then that Gerard made a surprising discovery about Frederick’s identity.


    As he read through Frederick’s profile, Kristian suddenly recalled why Frederick seemed so familiar. They had crossed paths before in Alerith, during a meal and again in Ethel’s hospital room.


    Since Freya had entrusted Frederick with both her house and car, Kristian surmised they were fairly close.


    Hoping to use this to his advantage, Kristian invited Frederick to his office, iming he wanted to discuss a business coboration with Frederick’s father.


    Frederick epted the invitation without hesitation.


    Soon after, Kristian suggested they try out an immersive holographic experience. Frederick, unsuspecting, eagerly agreed and signed a document without second thoughts.


    Before long, he found himself strapped into a high-tech chair by Kristian.


    As Frederick recounted the events to Freya, she asked, “How does this rte to the kidnapping?”


    Even if Frederick were bound to a chair, this seemed a bit overdramatic. Kristian wasn’t going to let him starve, was he?


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    “I need to go to the bathroom, and he’s refusing to release me,” Frederick said, clearly distressed. “Freya, please—just take him off the cklist for now. You can put him back on once I’m free.” Freya didn’t respond.


    Neither did Kristian.


    “I’m going to bed,” Freya finally said, her voice resolute. “I’m not going to entertain this further.”


    “Please, Freya!” Frederick pleaded, his voice desperate. “Help me, just this once!”


    “Don’t worry,” Freya replied tly, “If you do end up dying in Shaw Group’s chair, I’ll make sure they face the consequences.”


    Frederick’s heart sank. Why was Freya being so unhelpful in such a crucial moment?


    “Freya?” he called again, but all he heard were the beeps of the line disconnecting.


    Before he could speak further, Freya had already hung up, turning her phone to silent and pulling the covers up over herself.


    In the brightly lit experience room, Frederick remained trapped in the chair. “I told you,” he muttered. “Once Freya makes up her mind, nothing can change it. Threats won’t work on her.”


    “Get her to remove me from the cklist, and I’ll offer your father’spany a project,” Kristian said coldly, tossing Frederick’s phone onto hisp.


    Frederick groaned. “I never intended to take over the family business,” he said quietly.


    Kristian was momentarily at a loss for words.


    “What is it that you want, then?” he asked, his voice growing more direct.


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