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    Felipe saw it too—the shift in her expression. A sharp panic stabbed through him.


    “I’m not going back,” Farrah said, her voice clear and resolute. “And I won’t be with you again.”


    “You really mean that?” His voice wavered slightly, panic growing with each passing second.


    “What’s there to be unsure about?” A smooth, confident voice cut in suddenly. Freya had arrived. Dressed sharply in her tailored suit, car keys in hand, she strode forward without hesitation. “Anyone with a shred of sense would want to stay as far away from you as possible.”


    The moment Freya stepped into view, all eyes instinctively shifted to her.


    By the window, Farrah stood still, a breath of relief catching in her chest, softening the weight that had anchored her heart. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.


    “Freya!” Two bodyguards greeted Freya in unison.


    Freya casually tossed them her car keys.


    Then, turning her gaze to Felipe, she asked coolly, “Are you leaving on your own, or will I have to make you?”


    She put a deliberate edge on the word “make,” ensuring he caught the warning behind it.


    Felipe understood—this wasn’t a suggestion. It was a threat.


    For a brief moment, he toyed with the idea of pushing back, but deep down, he knew that if things escted, Freya wouldn’t waste time with his guards. She’de straight for him. And he didn’t stand a chance!


    Right then, he bitterly regretted turning down Kristian’s offer to train him in hand-to-handbat. If only he had—maybe he’d have a shot against her!


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    “Do you always have to be this much of a headache?” He was clearly annoyed with her interference. “This is between me and Farrah. Do you really have to butt in?”


    “She’s my friend,” Freya said sharply, no exnation needed.


    She wasn’t the type to stick her nose in other people’s drama. But Farrah mattered to her, and she wasn’t about to sit back while Felipe pulled his usual stunts. It was only natural—women stood up for each other.


    “If I were you, I’d go find the best damnwyer money can buy,” Freya’s tone dripped with mockery. “Might help you lose a little less embarrassingly in court.”


    Felipe seethed, his jaw tight, but had no outlet for his frustration. He couldn’t rival her fighting skill, her status, or the way shemanded the room.


    “I just wanted to talk things over with Farrah,” he tried to sound reasonable. “I know I messed up before, and I came to make it right.”


    “Make it right?” Freya repeated with a hint of a scoff.


    He missed the sarcasm entirely. “Yes.”


    “You think making it right means digging at her wounds?” she shot back without a flicker of mercy.


    Felipe couldn’t answer. What could he even say? Farrah had refused to return to him, so this was the only tactic left to try and force her hand.


    “I used to think you and Kristian were equally awful,” Freya admitted, genuinely surprised Felipe had fallen this far. “But now? I think you’re even worse.”


    At least Kristian never stooped to these tactics. He’d only treated her like a fool.


    “You go on about making amends and giving her the life she deserves, but all I see are your threats and cruelty.” Her words cut right into Felipe’s chest. His temper snapped.


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