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    “I can’t say for sure,” Gerard admitted, “but they seem close.”


    Kristian didn’t respond. He just kept walking.


    When the group returned dressed in their sports gear, they spotted someone already sitting on a bench nearby.


    It was Kristian. His gaze never wavered from Freya.


    “Freya…” Frederick asked nosily, “Is your ex-husband seriously here just to see you?”


    “It has nothing to do with me,” she said coolly, her voice t.


    Frederick was ready to keep poking for more gossip but got dragged off to y the opening match.


    Ellis stayed behind with Freya, the two of them chatting casually, nothing too personal.


    And yet, even that sight was enough to stir a twinge of jealousy in Kristian’s chest.


    He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but watching her speak so patiently made his heart grow unbearably heavy.


    “Mr. Shaw, out of sight, out of mind,” Gerard muttered, unable to handle the gloomy atmosphere. “If it hurts to see her with someone else, maybe we should leave.”


    Kristian didn’t answer.


    Right now, at least he could still look at her.


    If he left, he wouldn’t even have that.


    Time passed. Frederick eventually wore himself out, and Ellis stepped in to rece him.


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    As Kristian watched the game intensify, he realized it was time. He told Gerard to stay put and then got up, making his way toward Freya.


    Frederick, noticing him approach, leaned over and whispered nervously, “Freya, your ex’s walking over.”


    Freya’s heart dropped. Something wasn’t right. “Where are you now?”


    “On the road, heading home.”


    “Turn off your phone. Don’t do anything else. Wait for me there.”


    Ashley could sense the seriousness in her voice and panicked. “Okay.”


    She hung up and powered down her phone without dy.


    She wasn’t about to take any chances.


    “What’s going on?” Kristian asked. He’d never seen her like this.


    “Can I use Gerard’sptop?” For the first time, Freya was visibly tense, her nerves stretched taut.


    “Follow me,” Kristian said at once.


    Freya gave a quick look toward Ellis and Trent, informed Frederick she’d be gone for a while, and went to change clothes, grabbing Gerard’sptop before leaving.


    She got into Kristian’s car, and Gerard drove them straight to Ashley’s ce.


    Inside the vehicle, Freya’s fingers flew across the keyboard.


    She essed the phone she had set up for Ashley and spotted clear signs of a breach.


    The system had been attacked, then deliberately destroyed.


    Kristian watched as she swiftly shut down every page. “What happened?” he asked.


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