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    The room fell into an uneasy silence until Ethel, driven by a sudden impulse, queried, “Do you genuinely wish to reconcile with my sister?” Hugh’s brow furrowed in confusion at her line of questioning. What on earth was she up to?


    Kristian hadn’t anticipated any support from Ethel. “Yes,” he responded simply.


    “Very well, then,” Ethel countered sharply. “Hand over all your shares in the Shaw Group and your entire fortune to my sister.”


    She then added with a fierce re, “And while you’re at it, try to piece together a shattered mirror or gather up water that’s been spilled. If you can manage those feats, then perhaps I’ll consider letting you chase after her.”


    Kristian’s mouth fell open slightly as he countered, “Why does everything have to be about putting things back the way they were?”


    “Aren’t you trying to remarry my sister?” Ethel fired back, her brows knitting in confusion.


    “Yes, I am,” Kristian replied, striving for rity. “But when I say I want to marry her again, I’m not talking about picking up where we left off. We’re not dredging up our old life together; we’re setting the stage for something entirely new. We can’t relive the past. That part of our lives is gone. But the future… we can build something new from it.”


    Ethel was momentarily lost for words, struck by his cunning.


    “You’re just a smooth talker,” she noted, her toneced with skepticism.


    Kristian remained silent, his eyes locking onto Hugh’s. Hugh’s approval was critical; with it, Kristian could gradually mend things with Freya. Without it, a rough roady ahead.


    Hugh remained silent.


    A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with unspoken tension as the three of them sat in a wordless standoff. Time seemed to stretch into an endless moment until Kristian finally shattered the silence, his voice directed firmly at Hugh. “I promise to treat her well.”


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    Hugh remained stoically silent, his thoughts swirling. Why hadn’t Freya shown up yet?


    The idea of agreeing to Kristian’s proposition was ludicrous, especially considering how close Hugh hade to physically confronting him over Freya’s heartache. And yet, here Kristian was, boldly seeking his blessing once again.


    “Mr. Briggs,” Kristian ventured once more, breaking the strained silence.


    “Do you suffer from a short memory?” Freya’s sharp voice sliced through the tension as she strode in, still dressed in her business attire, her presencemanding. “Hadn’t he already rejected your request?”


    Freya’s arrival immediately caught the attention of the three people in the room.


    Hugh’s tension eased when he saw her, though worry lingered in his heart. He was unsure if she still had feelings for Kristian. If that were the case, Kristian’s actions might have hurt her deeply, intensifying her distress.


    “Mina!” Ethel’s gaze locked onto her.


    Freya approached and yfully tousled her hair. She then turned to face Kristian with measured, pointed words. “The door is that way. No rush on your way out.”


    “We’re not finished yet. How can I just leave?” Kristian’s voice remained steady, but his eyes were fixed on Freya as soon as he spotted her in her professional office attire. In that instant, he could only think that she perfectly embodied the role of a leader in the corporate world.


    Freya asserted right from the beginning, “There’s nothing more to talk about. When we got divorced, I told you a proper ex should stay out of my life.”


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