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    Hearing nothing from the other end, Freya asked, “Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up.”


    “Wait.” Lawrence wanted onest confirmation. “That ten million you mentioned in yourst email—when will it hit my ount?”


    “With your memory and vision, I’m not sure you’re even fit to handle Kristian’s treatment.” Freya saw right through his little test.


    “Just kidding.” Lawrence groaned internally. “You get back to work. I’ll go check in on Kristian.”


    He ended the call quickly, already regretting ying the hero earlier.


    Why did he have to act like money didn’t matter? He’d just lost the best deal of his life—a hundred million bucks for one piece of news—gone.


    Freya nced at her phone after the call ended, just about to speak to Gerard again when Jacob called.


    He never wasted time. “Lawrence is keeping something from you. I didn’t get to see Kristian.”


    “I figured as much.” Freya’s tone was heavy.


    She had spent thest couple of days painstakingly sifting through every detail, but something still didn’t sit right.


    She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was, so she had roped Jacob in to help her test the waters.


    “If you really want to know, help me break the third door’s code tonight, and I’ll show you,” Jacob offered.


    “No need.” Freya was never one to push. “As long as Lawrence can save Kristian, whatever secrets he’s hiding don’t matter.”


    “Alright.”


    “Thanks for helping.”


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    “It’s nothing.”


    The call disconnected.


    Only then did Freya turn back to her conversation with Gerard.


    Under normal circumstances, if Gerard had discovered she was K, he would’ve been practically buzzing, probably shoving a notebook in her face for an autograph.


    But right now, aside from that brief flicker of emotion when the truth came out, his mind was still tangled up in thoughts of his boss.


    “Is Mr. Shaw really doing that badly?” He nced at Freya, who was seated just ahead and to his right, his expression clouded with concern.


    “Yes.” Freya didn’t borate. She swiftly signed the documentid out before her.


    “If anything worries you during this time, juste to me.” She signed a confidentiality agreement on Gerard’s behalf.


    Given her dual identity as the head of Anita International and an investment advisor for Briggs Group, she wanted to spare Gerard from any unnecessary burden.


    “You really don’t have to do this,” Gerard said, sincerity in his voice.


    “I trust you.”


    “I know.” Freya had always known Gerard was a decent man. “That’s exactly why I should give this to you.”


    Gerard felt a tangle of emotions he couldn’t quite name.


    Freya really did have a good heart.


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