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    With Kristian’s polished image and impressive family background, it wasn’t hard to imagine Miguel being charmed.


    He might even start fantasizing about a marriage alliance.


    That thought alone made Freya m the gas pedal harder. She could only pray that Kristian wouldn’t mention anything about marriage. If he did, her grandfather would no doubttch onto the idea.


    And once that happened, an official engagement announcement would be inevitable. Then, things would spiralpletely out of control.


    Meanwhile, Kristian was already seated, engaged in a pleasant chat with Miguel.


    Gerard stood a short distance behind him, ying the role of silent assistant, quietly observing the conversation unfold.


    “You’re really prepared to offer that much to the Briggs Group?” Miguel asked, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he sized Kristian up.


    Dressed in a tailored suit that sharpened his alreadymanding presence, Kristian replied evenly, “As long as you ept the terms I justid out, I’ll deliver everything as promised.”


    “No problem!” Miguel agreed without hesitation.


    Kristian took the agreement Gerard had prepared and handed it over. “In that case, I’d appreciate your signature right here.”


    Miguel skimmed through the contract, his grin widening with every page. He didn’t hesitate—just picked up a pen and signed.


    Watching the whole thing, Gerard found himself at a loss. His emotions twisted into a knot, leaving him speechless.


    “Since you’re here, stay for lunch,” Miguel offered, clearly in high spirits. “It’s always nice to havepany.”


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    “I’d love to,” Kristian replied.


    Momentster, the signed agreements were split between the two parties.


    Miguel instructed one of his staff to store the document safely, while Kristian handed his copy to Gerard to hold onto. Other than the three of them, no one else knew the details of the deal.


    Freya arrived just as lunch was about to be served.


    Both Miguel and Kristian looked genuinely surprised to see her, neither had expected her to show up.


    “What brings you here?” Miguel asked.


    Freya nced briefly at Kristian, then came up with a nonchnt excuse.


    “Just came to pick up a few things.”


    Since she had her own room at the estate, it didn’t sound out of ce. Miguel didn’t react much to her response.


    “Well, since you’re here, join us for lunch,” he said after a short pause, brow furrowed slightly before extending the invite. “I happen to have a guest.”


    “Alright,” Freya replied, seizing the moment to figure out why Kristian had shown up.


    Noticing the subtle tension between the two, Miguel tactfully came up with an excuse to step out.


    Freya found it suspicious—her grandfather never acted like that.


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