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    “Are we heading back to my apartment, or to Ms. Briggs’?” Gerard inquired, changing the subject. “The Anita International Group is hosting their annual party tonight, so she likely won’t return home untilte. How about joining me at my ce instead?”


    “No, thanks.”


    “Then, it’s back to her ce?” Gerard confirmed, as they navigated the traffic.


    “Take me to Anita International,” Kristian demanded firmly, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. The less Freya wanted him to be seen in public, the more he insisted on doing exactly that. He was adamant about making their appearance together, hoping to project the image of a charming couple. Ideally, their outing would be captured by the prying lenses of reporters, ensuring their photos spread like wildfire across the inte.


    Gerard, perplexed by Kristian’s sudden insistence, couldn’t help but question him. “Why?” he asked.


    “I want to see her,” Kristian responded curtly, his voice shutting down any chance of further probing.


    Undeterred, Gerard pressed on,ying bare the reality of the situation. “Even if you go there, you’re unlikely to see her.”


    “And why is that?” Kristian challenged, irritation creeping into his voice.


    “Because their party is at a hotel this year, not at thepany’s office,” Gerard exined, his patience thinning.


    “Then take me to that hotel,” Kristianmanded, his determination unwavering.


    “I honestly have no idea which hotel,” Gerard admitted, wincing internally as he realized he had probably argued with Kristian more tonight than he had in his entire career. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but dread the day Kristian’s memories came back—along with a possible sry cut. All he could do was let out a silent, miserable sigh, burying his frustration deep down where Kristian wouldn’t notice.


    Kristian shot him a sharp re, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Then figure it out.”


    He stared at Gerard in disbelief, as if questioning whether he was even slightly qualified to call himself an assistant.


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    “I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Gerard remarked, managing to keep a perfectly straight face as he lied through his teeth, shamelessly taking advantage of Kristian’s spotty memory. “Anita International Group is super secretive about their events. They never release the venue to the media. Even if you flipped the city inside out, you wouldn’t find a clue.”


    “Gerard,” Kristian growled lowly, his patience visibly thinning, like a tight rope ready to snap.


    Gerard responded with a cautious tone, “Yes, Mr. Shaw?” His voice barely above a whisper.


    Kristian’s eyes narrowed as he delivered his ultimatum. “If you value your position, find out where that party is and take me there,” he said, his voice icy and sharp. “Otherwise, consider yourself fired.”


    Gerard met his gaze steadily, the seriousness etched in every feature. “Under the terms of my contract, terminating me without cause would necessitate a severance of over a million dors,” he noted, his tone unwavering. “So, do you wish to dismiss me now, or shall we wait until tomorrow?”


    Kristian’s gaze flickered momentarily, his initial anger dissipating as he processed Gerard’s words.


    He absentmindedly fiddled with his phone, then tapped out a message with swift, decisive movements, sending it to his secretaries’ group chat. “Find out where Anita International Group is hosting their annual party tonight. A hundred thousand dors for the first person with the information.”


    The chat erupted into a frenzy, notifications buzzing like a hive disturbed.


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