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    “I believe you.”


    Freya went silent again. Was that teasing tone actually meant to sound sincere?


    “Anyway, if you hear anything about his return, let me know beforehand,” Freya reminded him again, worried he might forget.


    “Got it,” Trent agreed.


    After hanging up, Freya returned the phone to Frederick, her thoughts still spinning on how she’d exin things if the Captain brought up theirst conversation.


    Frederick, noticing the troubled look on her face, couldn’t help but ask,


    “Freya, what did you do to upset the Captain?”


    “I didn’t.”


    “You into him or something? Want to sleep with the guy?”


    Freya was speechless. Did she reallye across that way?


    Frederick rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Have you ever had feelings for him?”


    “Would you dare?” Freya snapped.


    Their captain was merciless during training—who would even dare catch feelings?


    She still remembered the brutal drills and punishments as though they’d just happened.


    “I’m going to bed,” Freya said, standing up, not wanting to drag the topic out any longer.


    She had bought the apartment upstairs but had never actually lived in it. This trip gave her a reason to finally use it.


    Back in her apartment, Freya shook off the lingering thoughts, took a shower, and copsed into bed.


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    She figured she should tackle the current issues first—only then could she deal with whoever was manipting Ashley.


    As for the Captain, she’d deal with him when he came back.


    Morning arrived in the blink of an eye.


    By seven, Melvin had already shown up at Freya’s home with breakfast in hand.


    After Freya finished eating, Melvin drove her to thepany. Once everything was in order, he headed to the hotel to collect the poisoning report.


    While he was out, Freya stayed busy handling work. Once that was done, she started piecing together the clues.


    Halfway through, her phone rang. It was a call from a bodyguard stationed at Farrah’s ce.


    “Mr. Yates stormed in with a group, trying to take Ms. Welch,” the bodyguard reported, wasting no time.


    Freya’s brow furrowed. “Stop them. I’ming.”


    “Understood!”


    She ended the call, shot Melvin a message saying something urgent hade up, and drove straight to Farrah’s location.


    Meanwhile, Farrah had just finished breakfast and gone for a stroll when she spotted a group of people heading her way.


    From a distance, she thought it was probably just a few bodyguards getting in their morning run—typical for a high-end vi neighborhood like this one in Alerith.


    Ten minutester, as she was wrapping up her walk and heading back inside to listen to some piano music, she saw them getting closer.


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