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    “He was wrong,” Freya said coolly. “Ashley was the most likely. But without the strength to fight back and under constant threat, she stayed put.”


    “What happened between them?” Natasha asked, curiosity piqued. She didn’t usually poke around in Brendan’s private affairs. Unless assigned, she kept her nose out.


    Freya didn’t borate. “I don’t know.”


    “That doesn’t make sense. Knowing Brendan, if he realized Ashley turned on him, he wouldn’t have let her walk free.” Natasha’s eyes widened with realization.


    “When you asked me to take Ashley away, didn’t that raise a red g?”


    “He couldn’t see it,” Freya said.


    “Why not?”


    Freya didn’t answer.


    To Brendan, Freya was still K, operating under Ellis’s orders.


    And in their line of work, duty reigned above all else—obedience, protection, and protocol. Suspicion had no ce when the rules were clear.


    “Thanks for helping with Ashley,” Freya added, still mentally wading through thoughts of Kristian and Lawrence. “Given that you didn’t cross any major lines—and even saved someone in the end—I won’t turn you in. But next time you go rogue, don’t expect mercy.”


    “How can you be so cruel to me?”


    Freya didn’t answer.


    “I’m still your apprentice, aren’t I?”


    Silence again.


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    “I’m clearly attractive—don’t I even get a second nce?” Natasha kept prattling.


    Anyone who knew her would be stunned to see this side of her.


    Freya stood and walked toward her study. But just before diving into her work, she turned and said, “Beauty, Natasha, can be a dangerous thing.”


    “I’ve got something to do. You should head back first,” Freya said calmly.


    But Natasha didn’t move. She stayed rooted in ce, clinging to Freya like a shadow.


    Freya didn’t have time for this. She turned her focus to the deal between Lawrence and Kristian. But the deeper she looked, the more she ran into a wall—one she had built herself.


    She had once sold the phone system involved, and with it, she’d locked herself out.


    It was only fair. Buyers wouldn’t want her snooping around, just like no one wants phone developers digging into their private lives. She could’ve broken in with ease. But her principles held her back.


    Lost in thought, she picked up her phone.


    If anyone knew something, it would be Kristian’s assistant—Gerard.


    “Ms. Briggs?” Gerard sounded surprised to hear from her.


    “It’s me. I want to ask something about Kristian. If it’s a bad time, just say so,” Freya said, keeping it brief.


    “Go on.”


    “In the past few days, has he met with anyone strange or struck any deal outside work?”


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