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    Originally, Freya had nned to have someone deliver the items, but after trying the door and finding it locked, she had given up. Besides, that time of day wasn’t ideal for deliveries anyway.


    “Have you thought it through?” Kristian suddenly shattered the silence.


    Freya looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”


    “Getting remarried.”


    Freya felt at a loss for words.


    She had no desire to engage in conversation with him.


    Kristian rose to his feet and approached her. His tall frame towered over her, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole. He leaned in just enough for his words to feel close, almost too close. “If you have any concerns, feel free to share them. As long as you agree to remarry me, I’ll transfer all my assets into your name.”


    “That’s unnecessary.” Freya dismissed him without hesitation. Once trust was broken, it was like trying to mend shattered ss. No matter the effort, it would never be whole again.


    Freya’s trust in Kristian had long since vanished, irreparably lost.


    Kristian opened his mouth as if to say something more, but the icy distance radiating from Freya stopped him cold.


    There was something about her today, something different from the usual.


    As he contemted this, a knock came at the door.


    Freya checked the time and knew it was Ethel. She didn’t rush to answer.


    Knowing Kristian’s nature, if she got up to answer the door now, he’d probably think it was Melvin or Trent—and might even refuse to open it.


    Kristian, in fact, thought as much.


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    Yet, when he saw Freya make no move to answer the door, he assumed Gerard had returned.


    When he opened it, Ethel stood in the doorway.


    “Ms. Briggs?” Kristian murmured.


    “I’m here to take my sister home,” Ethel said, her tone steady. She gestured to someone hidden behind the door. “And to return the things you left at our housest time.”


    As she spoke, a group of bodyguards and a driver emerged, carrying several bags into the room.


    Kristian was about to shut the door when Freya stepped forward, took the bags from the bodyguards and driver, and ced them in the living room.


    Once she was done, she stepped back to the doorway, her tone as cool and detached as ever. “I trust that next time you’ll refrain from sending gifts so casually. We’re not close enough to ept such gifts.”


    Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked out with Ethel and the others.


    Kristian’s gaze darkened as frustration crept in. He pulled out his phone, dialing Gerard’s number with a sense of urgency. “Find out what’s been going on with Freya these past couple of days.”


    “She has been working these past two days,” Gerard replied, his voice calm and familiar with Freya’s schedule. “The only exception was lunch today with her father and a few others.”


    “Who were they?”


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