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    With a muffled thud, Kristian’s head slumped forward as unconsciousness overtook him.


    Freya caught his copsing form with perfect timing, guiding his limp body onto the nearby sofa with surprising strength.


    Gerard stood rooted in ce, utterly astounded. He had expected Freya to engage Kristian in a calm, measured discussion. He never could have imagined her resorting to such direct and forceful measures. As expected of the woman he admired.


    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.


    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.


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    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.


    With a muffled thud, Kristian’s head slumped forward as unconsciousness overtook him.


    Freya caught his copsing form with perfect timing, guiding his limp body onto the nearby sofa with surprising strength.


    Gerard stood rooted in ce, utterly astounded. He had expected Freya to engage Kristian in a calm, measured discussion. He never could have imagined her resorting to such direct and forceful measures. As expected of the woman he admired.


    “This…” Gerard stammered, both impressed and concerned by her actions. “Won’t he be absolutely furious when he regains consciousness?”


    “I don’t know,” Freya admitted candidly.


    Had this been the old Kristian, his rage would have been immeasurable.


    But the current version of Kristian was different. Ellis had revealed that what Kristian truly craved now was her attention and care. By tracking him down and bringing him back, wasn’t she showing genuine concern?


    Gerard wiped the nervous sweat from his brow, contemting the inevitable consequences of Freya’s decisive action. Freya acted without hesitation. She made a quick call, and within minutes, several imposing bodyguards arrived to transport the unconscious Kristian from the premises.


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