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    Gerard froze. How was he supposed to tell his boss that Freya had ruthlessly tossed the bouquet?


    “Are you deaf?” Kristian’s voice turned sharp, his tone cold.


    “She did get the flowers,” Gerard answered, trying to soften the blow, his eyes shifting awkwardly. “But she had them thrown out almost immediately.”


    Kristian’s expression darkened. Did she really dislike him that much? Gerard hesitated, unsure if he should go on.


    “There’s something I’m not sure I should say.”


    Kristian replied coolly, “Then don’t.”


    “It’s obvious Ms. Briggs isn’t into you. If you keep pushing, she’ll just get… annoyed,” Gerard said anyway.


    Kristian had ignored all advice before, which led to the divorce. If he kept it up, Freya might do more than ignore him—she might actually hit him.


    Kristian’s gaze turned colder. “Didn’t I just say not to speak?”


    Gerard went silent. His boss’s love life was aplete mess.


    “Keep sending the flowers,” Kristian ordered, his tone clipped. “One bouquet every day. Don’t stop until I say so.”


    Staring at his impossibly stubborn boss, Gerard had no choice but to nod. “Understood.”


    The next day, Freya received another bouquet from Kristian, and the gossip in the office reached a whole new level.


    Freya hated being in the spotlight.


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    After having the second bouquet thrown away, she messaged Kristian directly. “Stop sending me flowers.”


    Her words were simple, blunt, and unmistakably her. She never bothered to hide how she felt.


    Kristian texted back quickly. “ording to the script, I’m pursuing you.”


    Freya paused, and then it hit her.


    Because Ashley had gone around iming Kristian was chasing Freya, that mastermind hadn’t made any bold moves. But if nothing was happening between her and Kristian, Ashley’s lie would be exposed.


    As Freya thought it through, she rubbed her temples, already feeling the tension creep in.


    Why was that man going after Kristian? If there hadn’t been any bad blood, she could’ve taken her time plotting with Greta and the others. But if that man hadn’t targeted Kristian in the first ce, she and Kristian might never have gotten divorced.


    After all, it was that man who had nted Ashley.


    Kristian had picked up on the silence—Freya still hadn’t answered any of his messages. His fingers hovered uncertainly above the keyboard, drumming against the keys as a tangled mess of emotions stirred inside him. Atst, he typed out another message and hit send.


    “Once this whole situation is handled, if you still want nothing to do with me, I’ll stop bothering you.”


    The past few days had given him a reality check.


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