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    “No way,” Frederick eximed almost instinctively, his hands spreading in a gesture of refusal. “If I were to do that, it wouldn’t just be Freya who’d never forgive me—ourmon friends would see it as a betrayal as well.”


    His thoughts turned to Freya, her kindness and loyalty vivid in his mind. How could he betray her? He would never do that.


    “If you reconsider, I’m prepared to offer ten million dors,” Kristian dered, eyes locked on Frederick with quiet determination.


    Frederick shook his head firmly, not a trace of hesitation in his voice. “This isn’t about money. I’m Freya’s friend—and friends don’t sell each other out like that.”


    Kristian leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. “I’m not asking you to betray her. I just want to understand her better.”


    Frederick’s brows pulled together, his tone turning serious. “But she doesn’t want you to understand her. She doesn’t even like you. To her, whatever this is—it feels like you’re invading her space.” He spoke with an unshakable earnestness, the kind that only came from someone young and fiercely loyal. “Being chased around by someone you can’t stand? That’s not ttering—it’s exhausting.”


    Kristian’s eyes shed with a hint of frostiness, his expression hardening.


    From the sidelines, Gerard discreetly shed Frederick a supportive thumbs-up, admiring his courage. It was a rare sight to see someone push back against Kristian’s intimidating presence so boldly.


    “And why did you believe she can’t stand me?” Kristian asked, his voice sharp as a de, cutting through the tense air.


    “She’s blocked all means of contacting her. Isn’t that message clear enough?” Frederick’s heart raced with nervousness, but his belief in Freya’s support gave him the courage to carry on. “Freya rarely cuts people off. If she’s gone to that extent with you, it clearly means she wants nothing to do with you.”


    Kristian’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind them. “She’s already unblocked me.”


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    Frederick paused, momentarily thrown off.


    After a brief moment to gather his thoughts, he responded with calcted indifference, “That simply means you’re now insignificant to her. She doesn’t care enough to even bother blocking you anymore.” That one sentence hit Kristian like a sucker punch straight to the chest. He remembered Freya’s face as she unblocked him, her expression devoid of emotion, her voice icy as she dered it done. That cold, detached demeanor seemed to signal she was severing ties, wanting nothing more to do with him.


    “Fifty million dors,” Kristian stated, raising the offer without hesitation.


    Frederick’s response was steady, betraying no hint of temptation. “I’ve already said—it’s not about the money.”


    “One hundred million,” Kristian countered swiftly, his voice firm.


    “I can’t betray Freya,” Frederick reiterated, his loyalty unwavering.


    “One billion,” Kristian said, his tone now bordering on desperation.


    Frederick wasn’t swayed by the astronomical sum; instead, he viewed Kristian’s escting offers as a child’s tantrum in a man’s suit.


    He stood up, his posture rigid, signaling the end of the discussion. “Whether it’s one billion, ten billion, or a hundred billion, my loyalty to Freya isn’t for sale.”


    “Are you certain?” Kristian pressed, his eyebrow arching.


    “Absolutely,” Frederick affirmed, resolute.


    “Then I’ll just have to tell Freya it was you who slipped me her home address,” Kristian said evenly, still seated, his gaze piercing. “How do you think she’ll react?”


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