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    Even if someone was watching, they wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing, nor realize that it was Freya who had opened the door. Once Freya had everything, Liam stepped back and stood watch outside as instructed.


    Freya took one of the items he’d brought and administered it to Kristian. Then, she waited.


    About ten minutes passed before his body temperature gradually leveled out, and he finally started to stir.


    Freya switched the signal jammers back on, tossed a nce his way, and said with calm indifference, “Get dressed and leave.”


    Kristian stared at her, bewildered by how unfazed she looked.


    His first thought? Freya was downright cold.


    “What are you waiting for?” she asked when he continued lying there, still as stone. “You’ve been missing for over an hour. Your family might be worried.”


    Kristian stayed silent. He got up, changed into fresh clothes, and adjusted his appearance, his gaze unreadable.


    Five minutester, he stood before her, fully dressed.


    “If you’re ready, leave,” Freya said, walking toward the bed and starting to mess it up.


    “What are you doing?” Kristian asked, his body still slightly weak, his mind slow to process.


    “Creating the illusion that something happened between us,” Freya replied tly, devoid of emotion. “It’s necessary for whates next.”


    She finished disheveling the bed without so much as a pause. Then she reced the scent sources in the room, removing towels and tissues.


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    Soon, the air was thick with the same intoxicating fragrance as before. Kristian instinctively retreated to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to cover himself.


    Freya picked up her now-dry clothes, swept the room with a final nce to ensure nothing was missed, got dressed, and tied her hair back in a casual knot before opening the door to leave.


    Kristian looked toward the door, momentarily dazed. It could be opened now?


    “Wait.” He called out, a sharp throb piercing the back of his neck.


    Freya had just stepped through when she heard him. She turned around, her voice cool and distant. “What is it?”


    “Did you hit me?” Kristian asked, finally speaking the question that had been gnawing at him.


    He’d felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck after leaving the bathroom—then darkness.


    Freya didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “Yes.”


    Kristian stared at her. She’d knocked him out—and she wasn’t even sorry about it?


    “Stick to the script,” Freya reminded him before heading out. “The mastermind will probably make another move soon.” She didn’t wait for his reply. She was already gone.


    Kristian stepped out after her, about to catch up—until he saw Liam standing outside the door.


    “What are you doing here?”


    “Freya called me,” Liam replied,pletely straightforward.


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