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    She didn’t know much about the Russell family. Even less about Norah. Her only memory of her was at a mixer, watching her greet Freya with effortless poise. She was breathtaking. Yet now, that same woman was capable of such venom.


    Freya, clueless about any of this, left the restaurant with her father and the others before heading off separately.


    That night, after dinner, Freya settled into her study to get some work done.


    In his room, Kristian was on the phone with Gerard. Gerard kept things vague, saying, “From what Melvin told me, it doesn’t seem like Ms. Briggs is afraid of ghosts.”


    “Doesn’t seem like it?” Kristian was unimpressed with such a halfhearted answer.


    “Melvin’s just an assistant. Sure, he knows a lot about her life and work, but that doesn’t mean he knows everything,” Gerard said, clearly uninterested in digging deeper. “If you want, I can ask her father, her sister, or even her friends.”


    “Don’t,” Kristian snapped.


    If Gerard started asking around, Freya would hear about it for sure.


    This wasn’t something she could know about.


    “If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up,” Gerard said, treading carefully. Kristian, already fed up with his ipetence, cut in, “Pick me up first thing tomorrow morning.”


    Gerard was caught off guard. He was still in Jeucwell. How on earth was he supposed to manage that?


    “Did you hear me?” Kristian repeated.


    Gerard kept his silence. As long as he yed the part convincingly enough, Kristian would chalk it up to poor reception.


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    When no reply came, Kristian nced at his phone, noticed the signal was strong, then called out, “Gerard?”


    Still met with silence, he ended the call and opted to send a message instead.


    Without hesitation, Gerard switched off his phone. After all, he was still on vacation—and a little radio silence for a day or two wouldn’t hurt.


    Moments like this made him appreciate the luxury of being single; he couldn’t begin to imagine the chaos of ignoring a girlfriend for an entire day.


    Kristian hadn’t expected Gerard to be so daring. After sending the message, he gave it no more thought and set his phone aside, ready for sleep.


    Gerard had nned to rest as well, but given his boss’s peculiar behavior, he borrowed his father’s phone to call Freya.


    Freya was still working.


    When she saw an unfamiliar number sh across the screen, she calmly picked up. “Hello, who is this?”


    “Ms. Briggs, it’s Gerard.” He couldn’t betray his boss outright, but he needed to give Freya a nudge.


    “What is it?”


    “Melvin’s choice of surveince systemst time was…cking. I’d suggest you personally choose and supervise the instation of a new one.”


    Freya’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. She knew Gerard well—he wouldn’t keep bringing this up unless there was something more behind it. Was there another reason?


    “Are you asking me to pick it out myself, or are you implying I should deliver it in person?” she asked, choosing her words with care.


    “It would be best if you could bring it yourself and assist with the setup.” Gerard didn’t want her to keep guessing.


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