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“Can’t say.”
“An arranged marriage?”
“You should ask Mr. Shaw.”
She threw one question after another, but Gerard stayed vague and unbothered.
Eventually, Freya realized she was wasting her breath. With a shortment to end things, she hung up.
At Anita International Group, Melvin had just gotten back from a meeting when he noticed Freya’s distant expression. He walked over.
“Something wrong?”
“Are you close to Gerard?” she asked, an idea sparking in her mind.
“Yes.”
“Can you get something out of him?”
“Yes, I can.”
“So confident?”
“He trusts me, and I’ll get him drunk,” Melvin said casually.
Freya was momentarily speechless.
Knowing her too well, Melvin cut to the point. “What do you want to know?”
“What did Kristian discuss with my grandpa today?”
Even if it wasn’t about marriage, Kristian’s words earlier still lingered in her mind.
“I’ll find out and get back to you tomorrow,” Melvin promised.
Freya nodded. She felt oddly reassured.
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She trusted Melvinpletely. He always handled the messy work before it ever reached her desk.
“Ms. Briggs,” Melvin said suddenly.
Freya looked up instantly.
He handed her a nk check pulled from between the pages of a book.
She took it, puzzled. “What’s this?”
“Someone tried to bribe me again. They said I could name my price.”
“The same offer as before?” she asked, handing the check back.
“No, it’s not.”
“Then what?”
Melvin didn’t speak right away. His ears turned red.
He stood frozen, clearly ufortable.
Freya stared at him. He looked nothing like his usual calm self.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“It’s hard to exin.” His voice was cool.
Freya was puzzled. Wasn’t it just a bribe?
She studied him—his flushed ears, his awkward posture—and suddenly, it hit her.
“Did they ask you to force me into something?”
“Yes,” Melvin said with a nod.
She couldn’t help but smile a little.
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