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    “Nothing,” Frederick replied after a beat. “But here’s the thing—whatever you can offer me, Freya can offer too. If I offend you, she will help me out. But if I offend her, there’s no one who wille to my aid.”


    In truth, if he offended Freya, not a single soul woulde to his aid; every one of his friends would choose to walk away.


    Kristian thought for a moment, his fingers tapping against his phone. “So, you’re not helping me, huh?”


    “It’s not that I won’t,” Frederick replied earnestly. “It’s that I simply can’t.”


    He was not stupid. He knew Kristian had failed Freya. Anyone with any sense wouldn’t help Freya’s ex.


    Kristian leaned back, considering Frederick’s words.


    “In that case, I’ll need to borrow your phone to send a message,” he said, his voice low and calm. “I’m sure someone in your ‘Seven Little Warriors’ chat can help me.”


    Frederick’s eyes widened in rm. How did Kristian know about that group?


    “I know Freya’s in there as well,” Kristian added with a smirk.


    “Knowing she’s in the group, you still think you can get a solution?” Frederick asked, though he could already tell things weren’t as simple as they seemed.


    Kristian sat down casually, his demeanor cool and collected. “Just because she’s in there doesn’t mean she checks her messages frequently.” During the two years they were together, Freya rarely yed with her phone. She preferred reading.


    Books—her interests were vast. Even after their divorce, he doubted she had be more attached to her phone.


    Frederick swallowed nervously, a wave of unease washing over him. If Kristian really did use his phone to send messages in the group, things were about to get awkward.


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    “Gerard,” Kristian called, handing the phone to Gerard, who was still at the office. “Unlock it, check Frederick’s usual tone in chats, and send a few messages in the group.”


    “About what?” Gerard asked, sympathy evident in his eyes.


    Kristian typed on his own phone, then sent a few messages to Gerard. “You won’t believe what happened. I was kidnapped by Freya’s ex.”


    “I was smart enough to escape. He’s an idiot, trying such a ridiculous trick to get Freya to remove him from her cklist.”


    Once those were sent, Kristian said to Gerard, “When someone replies, send another message: ‘But seriously, if Freya ever blocks me, how should I get her to unblock me?’ Then respond to them based on Frederick’s tone.”


    Frederick watched, wide-eyed, as he processed what Kristian was doing. How was Kristian mimicking his tone so perfectly?


    “Got it,” Gerard replied without hesitation, already setting to work.


    “Wait!” Frederick cried, panic rising in his chest. “Don’t impersonate me! Please, there’s no need to send those messages.”


    He knew that once his phone was returned, the group would mock him endlessly for the exchange.


    “Isn’t it just about getting Freya to remove you from the cklist?” Kristian asked with mock simplicity. “It’s not that hard.”


    Frederick mustered all the courage he could, his eyes brimming with the threat of tears.


    Kristian studied him closely, his silent presence pressing Frederick to say something more.


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