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    “He has…” Ashley’s voice was barely above a whisper.


    Freya instantly sensed something was off. “What’s wrong?”


    Ashley stayed quiet. She wasn’t sure if she should reveal everything. “Can you really protect me?” she finally asked, after what felt like an eternity.


    “As long as you follow what I say, I’ll keep you safe,” Freya assured her.


    “But you can’t keep anything from me.”


    Trusting Ashley was a gamble—but one Freya was willing to take. Just in case, she had prepared for betrayal. Even if Ashley turned on her, Freya still had a n B.


    Hearing her words, Ashley—though still torn—chose to believe her. She recounted what had happened, including the threatening message. “You think he really knows we’re working together?” Ashley bit her lip hard, dreading what might happen if he did.


    Freya’s voice was steady. “No.”


    “Why not?”


    “He said you were working with Kristian and me. But now, you’re only working with me,” Freya exined coolly.


    She knew that man too well not to see through the cracks.


    Ashley felt a strange, cautious relief settle over her. “Really?”


    “It’s just his usual scare tactic,” Freya replied, fully aware of the psychological game he was ying. “Think back to when you were in Jeucwell. Didn’t he say something simr?”


    Ashley wracked her memory.


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    Even though their contact had been limited back then, he had warned her not to get any bright ideas. “I think so.”


    “Alright,” Freya said, calm andposed.


    She could tell Ashley wasn’t mentally strong enough to handle this kind of pressure.


    But that wasn’t a surprise.


    Ashley was just a regr person—no training, no backup. That man was vicious, and she’d betrayed him. Naturally, guilt and paranoia were eating her alive.


    It was like real life—the cheater always ended up jittery, terrified the truth was out, jumping at every mention of it.


    “Why does he want me to find out if you’re pregnant?” Ashley’s anxiety began to ease.


    Freya didn’t hold anything back. “Someone locked Kristian and me in a room filled with incense that had aphrodisiac effects.”


    “Did you…” Ashley began hesitantly, but her voice trailed off, unsure if it was appropriate to ask.


    Freya raised an eyebrow. “Do you care?”


    “No, no, no!” Ashley blurted, her tone flustered and anxious, desperate not to be misunderstood. “This has nothing to do with me. I’m just a little worried.”


    “Worried about what?” Freya’s voice cut in coolly.


    “You mentioned someone was watching us, didn’t you?” Ashley often found herself intrigued by the way Freya’s mind worked—how sharp she was. “If you start seeing Kristian again after the divorce, won’t that man make a move on you?”


    Freya wasn’t the least bit rattled by the suggestion.


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