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    There was no mention of being Kristian’s ex-wife or the daughter of Hugh Briggs.


    It made Norah suspicious—what other identities might Freya be hiding? Why was her information sealed so tight?


    Freya, oblivious to Norah’s spiraling thoughts, wouldn’t have cared even if she’d known.


    They left for the resort n had mentioned.


    They arrived just past three in the afternoon.


    While Melvin parked the car, someone called out, “Freya?” Freya turned, mildly surprised.


    Felipe had just stepped out of his vehicle.


    Before she could react, he popped his car door open again, grabbed something, and walked up to her. “Good timing. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”


    “Go on,” Freya said coolly, just as she always did.


    “It’s about Farrah. I want to go over something in detail,” Felipe exined, holding up a divorce agreement.


    Freya nodded. “Alright.”


    Felipe led her away.


    When Melvin followed, Felipe’s brows knit slightly, his expression unreadable. “And this is…?”


    “He’s my assistant,” Freya replied tly, offering no extra context.


    Felipe eyed the two of them, realizing it might not go over well if he asked Melvin to leave. So, he let him tag along.


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    Soon enough, Felipe brought them to a private room in the resort. He handed the divorce papers to Freya. “Take a hundred thousand. If it all checks out, please pass it along to Farrah.”


    Freya took the documents.


    As she flipped through them, Felipe hesitated, unsure how to start the real conversation.


    “Fifty million?” Freya noted the figure aloud.


    Felipe confirmed, “Yeah.”


    Freya didn’t react much, idly flipping through more pages. She didn’t seem all that invested in the document.


    Felipe noticed her disinterest and asked directly, “Do you think it’s not enough?”


    “Legally speaking, marital assets are shared equally. In divorce, that means fifty-fifty,” Freya said inly. “Wouldn’t you agree?”


    Felipe didn’t flinch. “Half is doable—but I have one condition.”


    “And what’s that?”


    “I want custody of the child.”


    “You must be joking,” Freya shot back without pause.


    “The kid won’t have a stable life with Farrah,” Felipe said bluntly, his tone firm. “She’s juggling a job and raising a child. Her parents aren’t going to help.”


    Freya didn’t respond, waiting to hear what else he’d say.


    “But if the child’s with me, I can give them a stable home and top-tier education,” Felipe continued. “They’ll never have to worry about money.”


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