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    Gerard stood frozen, stunned by the weight of what he’d just heard. He wanted to speak, to say something, but the fear of Freya overhearing kept him silent. Instead, he carefully adjusted Kristian’s hand.


    “Wait for me—I’m on my way,” Kristian murmured anxiously.


    “Just listen first,” Freya’s voice came over the phone, calm but firm. “Don’t rush into anything.”


    Kristian’s heart thundered in his chest, his breathing faster. “Go on.”


    “I won’t be in danger if they take me. The one they’re after is you,” she exined clearly. “Once I’m taken, he’ll definitely reach out and demand that youe save me.” She hadn’t anticipated things escting this quickly.


    She had no idea what that man was nning.


    “You can’t be taken,” Kristian said, his voice trembling with dread.


    “I have to. It’s the only way to make our n work,” Freya exined. “But there’s one thing I need you to remember.”


    “What is it?”


    “Trust me,” she said softly.


    Kristian fell silent, his thoughts spinning.


    Freya stared down at the ns marked A, B, and C, the weight of it all settling heavily on her. “I know it’s hard for you, but whatever happens, I need you to follow my lead and always trust me.”


    “Will you be in danger?” Kristian could only manage to ask.


    “No,” Freya replied tly. “But that man might try to scare you with false information. I need you to promise you won’t give in.”


    Kristian’s mind was already a mess. The fever he hadn’t quite shaken off made everything feel heavier, and now this—it was too much.


    It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Freya. He just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her with that mysterious man.


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    “Kristian, are you listening?”


    “I am.”


    “Will you trust me?” she asked again.


    “I will.”


    “All you need to do is confront him and buy me two days. I’ll take care of the rest. My friends are backing me,” Freya exined, doing her best to make everything clear.


    Kristian could barely form the words. “Okay.”


    “Just trust me,” Freya repeated.


    “I will.”


    He didn’t even know how the call had ended.


    Freya was about to walk into danger, and he was powerless to stop it. He wanted to intervene, but doing so would ruin her n. But if he didn’t, what if something went wrong?


    His mind raced with thoughts.


    After what felt like an eternity of inner turmoil, he picked up his phone, found a number, hesitated, and then hit call.


    After a few rings, a voice answered with a yful edge. “Mr. Shaw? What’s got you calling me out of the blue?”


    “Does your offer still stand?” Kristian asked, cutting straight to the point.


    “Of course.”


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