?Chapter 881:


    Typically, Freya’s headstrong nature would havepelled her to walk away without a second thought after such treatment.


    But her current mission required she keep Kristian emotionally stable until Lawrence’s return, which meant taking a different approach than direct confrontation.


    “Ms. Briggs…” Gerard’s voice wavered with clear unease.


    With methodical precision, Freya pulled the master key card from her pocket. She bypassed the courtesy of knocking entirely, swiping the card and pushing the door open with unwavering determination.


    Gerard raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. When had Freya gotten that card?


    A flicker of delight crossed Kristian’s face when he saw her enter, but he quickly masked it with a cold expression. “Is this how the Briggs Group ensures security in its hotels? Letting anyone waltz in with a master key?”


    “Do you want to switch hotels?” Freya replied, her calmness unsettling. “I’ll cover the cost.”


    Kristian was left speechless by her pragmatic offer. Was money really the issue here? He wondered if she hadpletely lost her sense of reality.


    “If not, thene back with me,” Freya continued, taking control of the situation and steering the conversation toward her goal. “You’re still unwell. Stop running around.”


    “I don’t want to see you,” Kristian retorted impulsively, the words slipping out before he could reconsider.


    Freya closed the distance between them, stepping forward until they were close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s breath, their faces just inches apart.


    Kristian’s pulse quickened unexpectedly. Though uncertain of her intentions, his gaze involuntarily drifted to her wless skin. From this close proximity, he could feel the warmth of her breath and see the vibrant hue of her lips.


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    The mere sight of her so near him strangely dissolved the anger that had been building inside him.


    “What are you doing?” Kristian asked, struggling to maintain hisposure as his gaze remained fixed on her.


    Freya remained silent. With surprising dexterity, she reached for his tie and swiftly unraveled it from around his neck.


    This unexpected sequence of actions bewildered Kristian andpletely confused Gerard.


    For a brief moment, both men entertained the thought that Freya might be using her feminine allure to manipte the situation.


    The idea disappeared almost as quickly as it hade. They both knew her too well—she would never resort to seduction as a tactic. A direct punch to the face was far more aligned with her typical approach.


    While they were lost in spection, Freya had already secured the tie firmly in her grasp.


    As their minds continued to race with possibilities, Freya wrapped the tie around Kristian’s eyes, binding it securely with a knot behind his head. Her voice remained eerily calm as she exined, “If you don’t want to see me, then stop looking.”


    Kristian froze, stunned.


    Gerard stood in equal shock.


    The true drama, however, had yet to unfold.


    Just as Kristian raised his hand to remove the makeshift blindfold, Freya delivered a precise, powerful strike to the vulnerable spot at the back of his neck.


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