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    “Is it okay for me toe over now?” Gerard checked.


    “It’s fine,” Freya said after a beat.


    An hourter, Gerard arrived.


    Kristian opened the door himself and went to fetch Freya, informing her that Gerard was here to take him out.


    Freya and Gerard shared a quick look, pretending like they hadn’t just been on the phone. Putting on an act, Freya asked with feigned confusion, “What brings you here, Gerard?”


    “There’s something I need Mr. Shaw’s help with—face recognition stuff,” Gerard answered smoothly, shing his signature grin. “I was hoping to borrow him for the day.”


    Freya shifted her gaze to Kristian.


    Keeping up his little act, Kristian tugged at her sleeve and muttered softly, “Freya… I don’t want to go with him.”


    He knew if he agreed too quickly, Freya would immediately smell something fishy.


    Gerard nearly choked on his own tongue. Kristian really had the whole act down these days, ying the innocent card like a natural now that he’d lost his memory.


    He had asked him toe, and was now pretending like Gerard was dragging him away against his will.


    “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” Freya, curious to see just how long Kristian could keep up his little charade, turned smoothly to Gerard and instructed, “Figure out a solution for what you mentioned earlier. If you can’t manage it, I’ll shoulder the losses myself.”


    Gerard stiffened, his entire frame locking up. How was he even supposed to answer that?


    “Go wash up,” Freya said coolly to Kristian, stepping neatly between him and Gerard to break their line of sight. “I’ll go wake She for breakfast.”


    “Freya…” Kristian faltered,pletely thrown off.


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    He tried to send Gerard some sort of signal, but Freya had positioned herself so he couldn’t see Gerard’s face. If this kept up, wouldn’t Gerard’s visit end up being for nothing?


    Still, Freya chose to y along with his little show. “What’s wrong?”


    “Maybe I should just go with him,” Kristian said, acting as though he had carefully mulled it over, sounding surprisingly mature. “He came so early. It must be something important.”


    “Yes, exactly!” Gerard echoed quickly, seizing the chance.


    Freya turned to Kristian, her tone easy, as if they were just chatting. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to go?”


    “I was just afraid you’d hand me over to him and leave me behind,” Kristian answered, his voice firm, his logic irrefutable. “But now I know you wouldn’t do that.”


    “You really want to go?”


    “Yeah.” He nodded obediently.


    Freya flicked a nce at Gerard before giving Kristian a few casual instructions. “Alright. If you’re not happy over there, call me. I’ll send a bodyguard to bring you back.”


    “Alright,” Kristian agreed without a second’s hesitation.


    After exchanging just a few words with Freya, Gerard took Kristian away.


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