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    “Go on,” Kristian responded, keeping his reply brief, as always.


    “Melvin was bribed with close to one billion dors,” the man continued, his voice crisp and urgent. “He’s nning to drug Ms. Briggs tonight and take her to a hotel room where four dangerous men are waiting.”


    The frost in Kristian’s tone turned to ice. His gaze sharpened like a de. “Give me the address and room number.”


    “It’s the hotel where you’re dining tonight, Room 2309,” the man replied quickly.


    Kristian was about to hang up and storm out when the voice added, “We don’t know if there are any cameras in the room.”


    “Understood.”


    Kristian’s voice was like ice. He ended the call and stood abruptly, walking away without a word to anyone. No one dared to make a sound in his wake.


    Even if someone had aint, they swallowed it. In this world, Kristian’s word wasw, and no one wanted to cross him.


    Gerard, watching Kristian leave without so much as a nce back, forced a bitter smile. He had no choice but to follow, telling the others that Kristian had an urgent matter to attend to and the meeting would be rescheduled.


    No one objected and nodded along in agreement, one after another.


    Stepping out of the private room, Gerard trailed closely behind Kristian, talking as he walked. “Mr. Shaw, next time you have an emergency and need to disappear, could you at least give me a little warning? You’re making things really hard for me here.”


    “Am I?” Kristian’s voice was ice-cold, his expression unreadable. Gerard blinked, caught off guard. Why did it feel like Kristian was particrly furious today?


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    Still, Gerard didn’t linger on it, chalking it up to one of Kristian’s famously unpredictable moods. Trying to stay ahead of the storm, he asked, “Was there something urgent you had to take care of?”


    Kristian didn’t reply. Instead, he strode directly toward the door of the private room Freya and Melvin had gone into earlier. Without hesitation, he raised his foot, clearly about to kick the door open.


    Gerard caught him just in time.


    “You can’t do that!” he blurted, panic creeping into his voice. He had jumped to conclusions, assuming Kristian was acting out of jealousy over Freya dining with Melvin. “If you barge in like this, Ms. Briggs is going to hate you even more than she already does!”


    “As if she’s ever liked me.” Kristian’s voice was t, edged with bitterness.


    Gerard stood there for a moment, stunned. Well, at least Kristian had some self-awareness.


    Still gripping Kristian’s arm, Gerard tried to reason with him. “Let me knock first. Just wait here, alright?”


    Kristian’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t object. Gerard sighed and knocked on the door, feeling a swirl of mixed emotions in his chest.


    Nothing.


    He knocked again. Still nothing.


    “Ms. Briggs? Melvin?” he called out on the third knock, adding politely, “Would it be alright if we came in?”


    Kristian shoved the door open with force.


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