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    Freya replied, “Money’s not an issue.”


    Greta rattled off, “Cars, houses, watches, ties, cufflinks, clothes—all fair game.”


    Riley added, “Cars and houses work for anyone. Watches, ties, cufflinks for the business crowd. For sporty types, signed jerseys or their favorite kicks. Gamers? CPUs, PCs, mechanical keyboards, gaming mice…”


    Freya eyed the list, mulling it over.


    Ellis was in the business world now, so a watch seemed like a good start. His current one looked beat-up from years of wear. She could figure out the restter.


    Her mind made up after careful deliberation, Freya set out with determination.


    Having thoroughly examined Kristian’s condition in the report, she ventured into town to purchase a watch for Ellis.


    She wandered through prestigious boutiques before finally selecting an elegant Patek Philippe. With a quick, confident swipe of her card, shepleted the transaction and carried her treasure home.


    Meanwhile, across town, Kristian’s situation unfolded differently.


    Upon reaching Lawrence’sb, he immediately contacted Lawrence, who appeared with visible reluctance, grumbling under his breath the entire journey. Despite his obvious foul mood, Lawrence’s expression transformed the moment heid eyes on Kristian.


    With a smile that brightened the atmosphere like morning sunlight, Lawrence greeted him.


    “borate on the risks involved in memory restoration,” Kristian inquired, his lips barely moving. His impably tailored suit entuated hismanding presence, every aspect of his appearance reflecting calcted precision.


    Lawrence, his curiosity piqued, probed deeper. “Might I inquire about your motivation for memory restoration? Has your affection for Freya diminished?”


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    Kristian deflected the inquiry with cold efficiency, refusing to entertain the topic further. “That’s irrelevant to our discussion. Simply assist me in recovering my memories.”


    “Aren’t you concerned about losing your sense of self?”


    “That bears no significance.”


    Lawrence stood momentarily speechless. No significance? Could someone of Kristian’s character truly harbor such indifference?


    “How extensive is the recovery timeline?” Kristian pressed, his eyes devoid of their characteristic intensity, emotions masterfully concealed beneath a stoic exterior. “What dangers should I anticipate? Upon memory restoration, will normalcy returnpletely?”


    “The process requires twelve hours to three days,” Lawrence responded candidly. “Regardingplications, partial memory fragmentation represents the worst scenario. Beyond that,plications remain minimal.”


    “Noted.” Kristian rose from his seat.


    He retrieved a slender, delicate box from within his jacket and extended it toward Gerard. His gaze deepened with emotion, his voice betraying the slightest tremor. “Following my memory restoration, deliver this to Freya.”


    Gerard epted the offering obediently but noticed Kristian’s lingering grip on the box.


    Confusion shed across Gerard’s features as he observed Kristian transfixed by the container, seemingly lost in contemtion, as though it housed something of profound importance.


    “Shall I request Ms. Briggs’s presence?” Gerard suggested thoughtfully. “Herpany might providefort during your recovery process.”


    “Unnecessary.” Kristian finally relinquished his hold.


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