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    Before he could say anything else, she calmly pulled his hand off with her other hand.


    She wasn’t angry. Her voice was steady. “I don’t know what game you’re ying. If this is just to fool that man, there’s no need. I’ll have Ashley lie to him.”


    Ashley was his spy. If she spoke, that man would believe her—for now, at least.


    “I have to go,” Freya said firmly, after which she walked away. This time, Kristian didn’t stop her.


    He stood there watching her disappear inside. He stayed frozen until Damon came up and snapped him out of it.


    “What’s with you?” Damon asked, noticing something was off. Kristian didn’t answer. Instead, he asked,


    “Do you know much about Miguel Briggs?”


    “Ethel’s grandpa?”


    “Yeah.”


    “Not really. People say he’s strict and old-school. Likes to control what his kids and grandkids do. Why do you ask?”


    “No reason. I’m heading back,” Kristian replied, already decided.


    “What about me?” Damon asked.


    “You’ll figure it out.”


    Damon was annoyed. They were supposed to stick together—Kristian was ditching him mid-event? Some friend!


    But Kristian didn’t care. He left the car for Damon and walked off, pulling out his phone to call Gerard toe pick him up.


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    Immediately, Gerard arrived. Kristian said, “Set up a meeting with Miguel Briggs.”


    Gerard hesitated.


    Wasn’t that Freya’s grandfather?


    “Got any specific time in mind?” Gerard asked, treating the whole thing like it was just another business meeting.


    “Whenever works,” Kristian replied coolly.


    “Alright then.”


    As always, Gerard was the picture of efficiency.


    By the next day, the meeting had been set. When Miguel got wind that Kristian wanted to see him, he extended an invitation to his estate without hesitation.


    Freya was still at the office when the news hit her.


    “Are you sure you didn’t mishear that?” she asked, clutching her phone with a furrowed brow. The words from the other end had caught herpletely off guard.


    “Positive. By now, he’s probably already there,” n answered, ever the reliable informant when it came to things happening at the family estate. “But what’s he doing there?”


    Freya’s calmposure unraveled in an instant.


    Mulling over Kristian’s recent antics, she muttered under her breath, “He’s causing me trouble again.”


    Without another word, she handed over her work to Melvin and drove straight to her grandfather’s ce.


    Miguel was known for cutting conversations short—ten minutes tops if he wasn’t fond of someone. But if he liked you? That chat could stretch for hours.


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