?Chapter 630:


    “If you help me with one thing, I’ll ept your terms.” Kristian’s face turned all business, his tone colder than ever. “But if you screw up, the deal’s off.”


    “No problem. Just tell me what needs to be done.”


    Kristian silently apologized to Freya, thenid out his request with precision.


    The person on the other end of the phone agreed instantly.


    The call ended.


    Kristian set the phone down.


    It felt hot—whether from the call or his feverish skin, he wasn’t sure.


    “Sir.” Gerard was watching him closely, sensing something was off.


    “Get Colson White here,” Kristian ordered, his gaze as dark as night. “Tell him toe now.”


    Gerard had no idea what Kristian was nning, but he didn’t question it and went to contact Colson, thewyer.


    Half an hourter, Colson walked into the hospital room.


    Seeing Kristian hooked up to an IV, his brows rose. “You’re actually sick?”


    “Let’s get straight to it,” Kristian cut in, wasting no time.


    Colson sat down, cing his briefcase beside him.


    Gerard, realizing a serious conversation was about to unfold, quickly grabbed water for them.


    But when he returned and saw what Colson had pulled out, his eyes went wide. Was that a will?


    Gerard’s mind raced. “Why are you drafting a will all of a sudden?”


    “It’s nothing serious,” Kristian replied, his voice faint and his lips barely moving. “It’s something that needs to be done eventually—so why not now?”


    Gerard waspletely shocked. Kristian didn’t even have kids, and he was already thinking about a will?


    Your imagination thrives at  punt


    Even though it baffled him, Gerard knew better than to pry too much. What shocked him most was seeing that Kristian had divided his assets—half for Freya, and the rest for Isaac and Melinda.


    An hourter, Kristian signed the documents.


    Everything was finalized.


    Once Colson left, Gerard couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Did something happen?”


    Was it tied to that call from earlier?


    “You didn’t make a life-for-life deal with that person, did you?” The very idea made Gerard feel a shock to his core. If that were the case, he needed to stop him.


    “Use your brain,” Kristian said tly, clearly unimpressed. “If it were a life-for-life deal, I would’ve just made it with the one kidnapping Freya. Why go through all this extra trouble?”


    “Then why…”


    “It’s just future nning,” Kristian answered simply.


    Gerard’s lips twitched. Since when did a will be part of future nning?


    Kristian paid no attention to his expression. The IV was finished, but he stayed seated on the bed.


    His phone was fully charged, just in case that person tried to reach him once Freya was taken.


    He had made a deal—to give Freya an extrayer of protection.


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