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    The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The four of them had dinner, lounged around for a bit, and then went their separate ways.


    Normally, an evening like that would’ve involved a few drinks, but Ellis abstained.


    He knew Freya was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and if she ended up drunk, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from poking around for answers.


    That wasn’t the way he wanted to find out about her secrets.


    After nine that night, Freya and Ellis returned together. Before leaving, she grabbed herptop.


    When they arrived, Freya was just about to unlock her front door when she remembered to bring up the contract with Ellis.


    “Captain, when you wake up tomorrow, just go straight to Anita International. I’ll have Melvin handle it all for you.”


    “Alright,” Ellis said with a nod.


    Freya grunted her acknowledgment, opened her door, and stepped inside.


    But instead of heading straight to bed, she went to her study, still restless from the day’s chaos.


    She flipped open her personalptop and quickly typed up a summary of what had happened at Ashley’s ce, circling a bold letter K on the screen.


    The fact that someone had instantly recognized Ashley’s phone had been tampered with meant only one thing—they knew her style. Not even Frederick would have figured that out. Only her apprentice could’ve guessed.


    Once Freya had gathered her thoughts, her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, pulling up an encrypted chat window. She typed, “It’s you, right, Natasha?”


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    Halfway across the world, a stunning woman with long flowing hair raised one perfectly arched brow at the message. She picked up herptop and strolled.


    Outside, Natasha called over to the man reclining on the sofa with a wine ss in hand. “She messaged me.”


    “Who?” he asked without moving.


    “My mentor. ‘K’,” Natasha Sugden replied.


    That made him pause.


    Natasha passed him theptop and exined, “This is how wemunicate. Our own way.”


    “Message her back,” he said with a sly little smirk. “Get her talking. Try to figure out where she is.”


    “I’ll give it a shot,” Natasha replied crisply.


    She set theptop on the table and typed out her response: “I really can’t hide anything from you. Why’d you mess with Ashley Bradley’s phone?”


    Freya read the message and decided there was no point dancing around it. “You should know better than anyone else why I did it.”


    Natasha frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”


    Freya replied, “I’m going after the person you’re helping.”


    Natasha stopped typing and repeated the message to the man beside her.


    He didn’t seem the least bit rattled. His expression stayed unreadable. “If she could catch me, she’d have done it years ago.”


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