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    “Don’t mention it.” After a brief exchange, Freya gave her a few more precautionary tips before heading out.


    Just like when she arrived, she avoided all surveince and caught a cab.


    Inside the car, she pulled out her phone, nning to message Trent to check if they’d left yet. If not, she’d go straight there. But then she noticed several new messages.


    Kristian had texted, “Let me know when you’re done. I’ll drive you home.”


    Ellis had asked, “What’s the rush? Noting back?”


    Frederick had written, “Get back here! I swear, Ellis is acting so weird. He was like a beast when we were ying—I didn’tnd a single shot!”


    Scrolling through the messages, Freya replied to each one, even Kristian’s.


    She had barely hit send on thest reply when Kristian’s call came through.


    “Where are you?” he asked.


    “In the car,” she answered coolly, then added, “If anyone asks if you ever helped Ashley find her phone, just say you did.” She always made sure everything was wless.


    Maybe no one would dig that deep—but she wasn’t taking chances.


    Kristian wanted to ask more, but knowing Freya, he figured she had her reasons.


    “Alright,” he said.


    Freya blinked, mildly surprised.


    With his personality, wasn’t this the part where he started questioning everything?


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    “Did Ashley really get exposed?” Kristian’s concern was obvious.


    “No, just some suspicion,” Freya said, her eyes dimming slightly. “As always, act clueless and go on with life like normal.”


    “Okay,” Kristian replied.


    “That’s all,” Freya said, wrapping it up. “I’m hanging up.”


    “Wait,” Kristian stopped her.


    It had been ages since he had had a proper talk with Freya, and this calm little exchange somehow eased something in his chest.


    Freya’s voice was t. “Anything else?”


    “Yes.”


    “What is it?”


    “I want to see you. Let’s have a meal together,” he said.


    “I’m busy. I gotta go.”


    This time, she ended the call without a shred of hesitation.


    Kristian stared at the dark screen, the usual chill in his eyes reced by a faint trace of loneliness.


    From the driver’s seat, Gerard couldn’t help chiming in, “That’s not how you ask someone out…”


    Kristian nced up at him.


    “You should book a nice restaurant ahead of time, maybe throw in some flowers,” Gerard said with a straight face. “Thene up with an excuse to get her there. Wouldn’t that work better?”


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