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    “Should we let your dad know?” n asked again.


    “No. If he finds out, he’ll definitely end up fighting with Grandpa,” Freya said, not out of kindness but because she didn’t want to stir up trouble. “Grandpa’s old now. If he gets too riled up in an argument, Dad will just end up feeling guilty.”


    n felt a knot of conflicting emotions twist in his chest. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.


    He realized that even with talent and wealth, life didn’t always go the way one wanted. Disappointments were inevitable.


    “Sometimes, I wish you weren’t so rational,” he murmured. “Being too rationales at the cost of your own happiness.”


    “I won’t let myself be wronged,” Freya answered calmly.


    Her rationality only extended so far. She refused to let herself be mistreated. If her grandfather ever pushed too hard and arranged an engagement, she’d cut ties without hesitation.


    But until then, she could deal with it.


    n gave her another look but said nothing more.


    When they reached thepany, he went off to his own work, and Freya made her way to her office.


    What she hadn’t expected was to find a bouquet of vivid, eye-catching roses on her desk. Her brow furrowed, and she looked around, asking, “Whose flowers are these?”


    “They seem to be for you,” someone nearby replied. “The delivery guy asked for Freya Briggs specifically.”


    Hearing that, Freya looked at the bouquet again.


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    Tucked inside was a card with a handwritten message, signed by Kristian.


    Without sparing it another nce, she slid the card back into the flowers and told her assistant to throw them out.


    Originally, her assistant had been Melvin, but ever since Anita International got caught up in a coboration on chip development, she had the Briggs Group assign her a new assistant. Melvin had returned to his original post at Anita International.


    Her new assistant hesitated, staring at the pristine bouquet. “You really want to throw them away?”


    “Yes,” Freya said, curt and unbothered.


    The assistant pursed her lips, then carried the flowers to the trash. Her action didn’t go unnoticed. Whispers quickly spread around the office.


    “Is Ms. Briggs really that icy?”


    “I’m suddenly dying to know who sent them. It must’ve stung watching that effort go straight to the bin.”


    “Maybe for Ms. Briggs, men are just distractions from her career.”


    “Totally agree.”


    Thesements didn’t reach Freya. Once she was focused on work, she blocked everything else out.


    But word got around anyway.


    Kristian had just wrapped up a business meeting and returned to Alerith.


    As the workday drew to a close, he checked the time and asked the man next to him, “Did Freya get them?”


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