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    “Do you think this will make Freya change her mind?”


    “No,” Kristian replied matter-of-factly.


    From the divorce to Lionel’s birthday banquet, he had tried everything. He knew Freya wouldn’t change her mind once she made a decision.


    “What terms did you discuss with her grandpa?” Melvin’s tone was colder than usual.


    Kristian narrowed his eyes. Was this supposed suitor of Freya’s meddling too much?


    “It’s none of your business,” he snapped, his voice turning steely. “Let’s stick to the terms. What do you want?”


    “Nothing,” Melvin answered firmly.


    Kristian’s demeanor shifted, his voice turning icy as he applied pressure through the phone.


    “I suggest you reconsider.”


    “I said nothing,” Melvin repeated, his voice resolute. “I won’t tell Freya what you did.”


    Kristian’s eyes darkened. He didn’t believe that an ordinary employee like Melvin could turn down ten billion. Surely, he wasn’t making that much at Briggs Group. After all, ten billion would set him for life.


    “I need to take care of Gerard, so I’ll end this here,” Melvin said, ncing over at Gerard, who was frowning in his sleep, clearly ufortable from drinking too much.


    Kristian was at a loss for words. He found Melvin hard to read.


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    “By the way…” Melvin spoke again, breaking the silence.


    Kristian’s lips parted. “What?”


    “Gerard is taking a leave tomorrow,” Melvin’s voice was as cold as ever.


    “He’s too drunk to go to work.”


    Kristian didn’t respond, just hung up the phone decisively. What kind of person was Melvin?


    Melvin gently set Gerard’s phone down on the bedside table, his eyes catching the frown on Gerard’s face. With quiet care, he lifted him and carried him to the bathroom.


    As a friend, Melvin disyed a remarkable level of consideration, his actions reflecting a deep, unwavering sense of loyalty. He bought Gerard a fresh set of clothes, carefully cleaned him up, and tucked him into bed before taking care of himself.


    Once finished, he settled into his own bed, ensuring that they both had their space.


    The next morning, when Gerard woke up, a dull ache throbbed in his head. He rubbed his temples and sat up, noticing the unfamiliar hotel bathrobe he was wearing. He paused for a moment, confused.


    “I got you a leave,” Melvin said, already dressed, having patiently waited to inform Gerard. “You don’t have to go to work today. I gotta go now.”


    “My boss didn’t say anything?” Gerard asked, his concern shifting to his boss.


    As for being bathed and changed, Gerard didn’t mind.


    They’d known each other for so long that personal boundaries were no longer a concern.


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