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    The Captain’s attention was never a good thing. “What did he want?”


    “He asked if the rumors about your marriage and divorce were true,” Trent said. He was curious how the Captain even found out, given his limited ess to phones.


    Freya let out a breath. “That’s alright. As long as he didn’t ask whether I’ve gone backward in any way.”


    Trent stared at the Captain’sst message, a flicker of thought in his eyes. But he chose not to tell her the Captain wasing back. If she knew, she wouldn’t sleep a wink.


    “I have to go. We’ll talk when I return,” Freya said as the noise outside grew louder.


    “Okay,” Trent said gently.


    After ending the call, Freya stepped out. The banquet had officially begun.


    The birthday celebration flowed smoothly.


    Freya greeted Lionel and spent a bit of time with him before sitting down.


    Technically, she and Hugh were supposed to sit somewhere else.


    But Lionel, trying to ease the tension, had them sit with Isaac and Melinda. By chance—or not—Freya ended up beside Kristian.


    Throughout the meal, Lionel kept throwing Kristian subtle nces, clearly nudging him to look after Freya instead of focusing only on himself.


    Even though he stayed cold, Kristian still used the serving spoon to offer her food.


    Freya tried to decline, but Lionel’s presence made it hard to refuse. Halfway through the meal, Freya felt the food might just turn her stomach.


    She didn’t want to eat what Kristian served, but with so many eyes watching, she had no choice. She forced herself to eat.


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    “That’s enough. I’m full,” she finally said.


    Kristian said nothing and added more food to her te.


    Freya was left speechless. He was clearly doing it on purpose!


    By the time the meal ended, Freya’s patience had run dry—though she didn’t let it show.


    After the banquet, Lionel had a quiet chat with Hugh, expressing regret over how the family had behaved in the past. Hugh stayed by his side, listening.


    Meanwhile, Freya headed to the restroom.


    Just before she got there, a tall figure blocked her path. He was slim, dressed in a suit, with a yful glint in his eyes.


    Freya recognized him right away—Felipe.


    She had no ns to talk to him. In her mind, there was nothing to say.


    However, just because Freya wasn’t in the mood to talk didn’t mean Felipe nned on keeping quiet.


    Noticing her tant disregard, he took a long, deliberate stride forward and stepped right into her path. “Can we talk?”


    “Talk about what?” Freya wasn’t exactly warm to most people.


    “Farrah.” Felipe let the name fall from his lips, his voice edged with urgency.


    He had spent thest two weeks scouring the city, yet he hadn’t heard so much as a whisper of where Farrah had gone. Now, Freya grasped the truth behind the old saying—birds of a feather flock together. Kristian was a jerk. So was Felipe.


    “I’ve searched everywhere,” Felipe said with a forcedposure, though it was clear he was biting down on something bitter. “I just want to know where she is.”


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