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    “It’s none of your business,” Kristian replied coolly, keeping to the rule that less said meant fewer mistakes.


    Liam guessed, “Something happen with Freya that’s got you down?” But even that didn’t sit right. Kristian wasn’t the type to let his personal issues spill over to his family, much less act so far out of line.


    “Down?” Kristian didn’t care for the word and felt the need to correct him. “I’m staying at her ce now. Does that sound like I’m down?”


    Liam was thoroughly baffled, half-wondering if Kristian had gone off the deep end.


    “Don’t tell Grandpa or Mom about this,” Kristian added reluctantly, remembering his father’s earlier advice. “I’ll tell them once I’ve gotten Freya back.”


    Kristian was so confident? Did something happen between him and Freya? Liam was genuinely floored.


    What caught him even more off guard was the mention of his dad.


    “Dad knows?”


    “Yeah,” Kristian answered without hesitation.


    Liam thought back to how normal their father had seemed and couldn’t help but admire the man’s ability to keep such secrets buried. Just then, the butler walked over and announced, “Sir, Mr. Yates has arrived.”


    “Not seeing him,” Kristian responded sharply, without even a flicker of doubt.


    From Freya’s previous introduction, he already knew Felipe was a full-blown scumbag.


    Getting too cozy with him would only make Freya think he hadn’t changed a bit.


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    He needed to steer clear.


    “Not seeing me? What for?” Felipe strolled in casually, as if he owned the ce—their families had always been close. “What did I ever do to you?”


    Kristian gave a measured reply, his gaze cool andced with contempt. “I don’t associate with heartless jerks like you.”


    Felipe blinked, taken aback. He kicked at Kristian’s chair and stared him down. “You nuts? If we’re talking about jerks, you win hands down. At least I did what I did out of concern for Farrah’s health. You? You were just in cruel.”


    “If you’re so disgusted by me, why’d you even show up?” Kristian shot back.


    He wasn’t the same old Kristian. These days, if he didn’t like someone, he let them know—especially if it was someone Freya couldn’t stand. Felipe fell silent. Kristian’s reasoning was so bulletproof, there wasn’t anything to say.


    Watching the tension escte, Liam wisely slipped away, giving them space to hash it out.


    “To have a drink with you,” Felipe admitted atst.


    Kristian gave him a long, unreadable look, nailing the part as if he were born for it.


    Felipe took the seat Liam had vacated and slouched into it, visibly worn out. “Farrah divorced me.”


    Since signing the papers, he’d tried everything to get her back, but Farrah hadn’t budged.


    “She didn’t even want a cent. Just told me to leave her alone,” Felipe said bitterly, half wishing she had demanded something—anything. But she hadn’t. “She was dead serious. It’s over.”


    He sometimes wished Farrah were more like Freya—at least Freya would have negotiated terms during a divorce.


    But Farrah was stubborn to her core.


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