?Chapter 874:


    Silence settled over the room.


    Everyone knew, without needing to say it—Ellis’s confession n was ruined. With the mood the way it was, the gathering could no longer go on.


    Freya said to her friends, her worry about Kristian lingering, “I’m heading home. You all carry on.”


    “I’ll drive you,” Ellis offered.


    “No need,” Freya declined. She had Kristian to deal with. Judging from how he acted earlier, it was clear that his mental faculties had returned to normal.


    She wasn’t sure what Lawrence had been up totely, but with Kristian in this condition, she needed Lawrence back.


    Freya left the private room. Since she’d had a few drinks, a driver took her home.


    Greta looked around. “Captain, when are you going to confess to Freya?”


    “After Kristian’s situation is handled,” Ellis answered. He didn’t want to weigh Freya down any further, not now. “Be careful heading home. I’ve got something to deal with.”


    Counting on Lawrence alone didn’t seem wise. Based on what Freya had said, there was clearly some kind of deal between Kristian and Lawrence. Without knowing the details, it was best to have a backup.


    “Got it,” Greta and the others replied in unison.


    Once the group had gone their separate ways, Ellis’s confession ns were quietly ced on hold. Kristian had gotten exactly what he wanted.


    Kristian knew full well that confessing to Freya wouldn’t magically make her ept him. But knowing something in theory was one thing; actually hearing her say no and feeling that rejection hit? That was something else entirely.


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    “Mr. Shaw,” Gerard said as he drove, ncing at Kristian in the rearview mirror. “You should probably drop Ms. Briggs a message. She’s bound to be worried about you.”


    “If she really gave a damn, she would’vee looking for me already,” Kristian answered coolly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.


    Freya had the capability to catch up with him. The fact that he was still sitting in Gerard’s car alone was all the proof he needed that he didn’t mean much to her.


    Gerard hesitated, recalling that he’d told Freya to keep her from chasing after Kristian.


    “Didn’t you have a small army of bodyguards standing there to hold her back?” He scrambled toe up with a defense for Freya, hoping to defuse Kristian’s simmering anger. “Maybe she thinks you’re the one avoiding her.”


    “Whether I want to avoid her or not is my business,” Kristian said stubbornly. “Whether she tries to catch up with me—or not—is hers.”


    Gerard had nothing to say to that. The logic was airtight. He couldn’t poke a single hole in it.


    “Turn your phone off,” Kristian ordered, his voice like ice. “If I find out you’ve reached out to her, you’ll be dealing with the consequences.”


    “If I don’t tell her anything, how’s she supposed to find you?” Gerard tried to reason with him. “Don’t you want her to take you back?”


    “She’s more than capable of finding me on her own,” Kristian said tly. “Unless, of course, she doesn’t want to.”


    Gerard was speechless. What was he even supposed to do now?


    “Tomorrow, get me Natasha Sugden’s info,” Kristian said suddenly, something clicking in his memory. All Freya’s friends had picked up hacking skills from K—except her. It was odd.


    Gerard didn’t dwell on it. He just nodded and said, “Alright.”


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