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    “What are you thanking me for?” Farrah teased, as she often did. “Silly girl.”


    Freya let out a quietugh.


    After ending the call with Farrah, Freya dialed Josiah.


    When he answered, his voice was full of warmth. He chatted with her about everything under the sun. When Freya brought up that she wanted to visit him, his joy was unmistakable.


    “I’ll be waiting for you,” Josiah said with his usualmanding tone, softened by his affection for her. “No matter when, I’ll make time.” Hearing that, Freya subconsciously touched the tip of her nose, suddenly feeling a little guilty about bringing bad news to someone who was weing her so warmly.


    “Let’s set it for the sixth of next month,” Freya confirmed the date.


    “Perfect!” Josiah responded with enthusiasm.


    Among all the elders Freya knew—Lionel, Winslow, Josiah—they all adored her. Only Miguel remained indifferent.


    Once he hung up, Josiah, still smiling ear to ear, picked up his phone and dialed another number.


    The man who answered had a rich, maic voice.


    “Ellis, just so you’re aware, Freya’sing to see me on the sixth next month,” Josiah said, his tone still serious but with an oddly gossipy undertone. “Whether you show up or not is up to you.”


    “She’sing to see you? That’s rare.” Ellis Lambert’s voice lifted slightly—he was none other than Freya’s captain.


    Josiah instantly snapped into his stern tone. “Don’t go stirring things up, you little rascal.”


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    “Got it.” Ellis chuckled, his voice smooth as ever. “I’ve got some gifts for you anyway—I’ll bring them then.”


    “Now that’s more like it.”


    “Just don’t tell her I’ming,” Ellis made sure to remind him. Josiah gave a brief reply and ended the call. There was none of the warm chatting he had shared with Freya. It was clear he was just passing along a message.


    Ellis stared at his phone screen, a small smile tugging at his handsome lips.


    Meanwhile, on Kristian’s end, just as he finished signing the documents, he was about to have Gerard deliver them when Gerard rushed in, his expression a tangle of hesitation and urgency.


    “What is it?”


    “I’ve found out what you asked me to look into,” Gerard said, holding a stack of files, looking troubled.


    Kristian shot him a look, signaling him to speak.


    “The one really behind everything—it’s Norah Russell.” Gerard knew all too well how close his boss was with Damon. “She gave out subtle hints or slipped information to push others into doing it for her.”


    Kristian’s brow furrowed slightly, as though he didn’t quite understand. Gerard pressed his lips together and handed over the documents. “Take a look for yourself.”


    Kristian epted them, flipping through one page at a time. Gerard asked quietly, “What do you n to do about this?”


    Kristian’s brows creased ever so slightly as he stared down at the pile of documents spread before him—just enough to betray the quiet storm of disbelief brewing inside him. He hadn’t expected Norah to be so cunning and calcting.


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