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    “If you still have feelings for him, I’ll make sure to hold onto him for you.” No one could tell if Lionel’s words were sincere or not. “But since you don’t care for him, I’ll have to make the best use of his potential.”


    Freya remained silent, her thoughts unreadable.


    Kristian’s brow furrowed slightly, an edge of frustration creeping into his voice. “Grandpa, I can hear you.”


    “So what? I’m speaking the truth,” Lionel replied bluntly. He wasn’t the least bit guilty. “If you can’t win Freya back, obediently go for the arranged marriage.”


    “The Shaw Group doesn’t need an arranged marriage to boost its development,” Kristian replied coldly.


    He wouldn’t ept an arranged marriage for business purposes, no matter how much his family wanted it.


    “Of course, the Shaw Group doesn’t need it. If it did, it might as well go bankrupt,” Lionel scoffed. “I’ll give you three more months. If you can’t win Freya back, go for the arranged marriage. This matter is nonnegotiable.”


    With that, Lionel hung up.


    Kristian ced the phone down, his eyes still focused on the screen. He nced at Liam, who stood beside him. “Did I sound convincing enough?”


    “More than enough,” Liam said with a thumbs-up.


    “Will Kristian resent me for this?” Lionel muttered, mulling over the thought.


    Despite his disdain, Kristian remained the most aplished and sensible of his generation.


    “He’ll be grateful,” Liam smiled. “He’s probably secretly relieved, thankful you’ve given him a reason to connect with Freya.”


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    Liam had heard from Gerard that Kristian had agreed topete in three challenges to remarry Freya, promising not to disturb her until he won.


    He couldn’t understand Kristian’s reasoning; even the strongest emotions would fade without contact, yet Kristian had agreed to such terms.


    It seemed utterly foolish.


    “After my birthday, make sure to help him.” Lionel was clearly worried.


    “He might never win Freya over by himself.”


    Kristian was blissfully unaware that both Liam and Lionel thought he was emotionally clueless.


    Just as Freya was about to leave with Ethel, he reached out and caught her wrist. “Running away again?”


    “Running from what, exactly?” Freya blinked,pletely thrown off. She couldn’t tell what game he was ying now.


    “You must’ve heard what my grandpa said,” Kristian said, his voice steady butced with pressure. His eyes were deep, unreadable pools. “If I don’t win you over within three months, he’s going to shove me into an arranged marriage.”


    Freya didn’t even flinch. “And then what?”


    “Do you still think this is just my problem?” Kristian’s gaze bore into her, his voice a low thunder.


    Freya remained indifferent. “Isn’t it?”


    “If you hadn’t made such a ster first impression—if you hadn’t charmed my grandpa until he was singing your praises—do you think I’d be in this mess?” His tone sharpened like a de.


    Clearly, he wasying the me at Freya’s feet, as if she’d lit the fire he was now trying to put out.


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