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    Felipe pressed, “Let’s settle it. If I beat you, you let Freya take me to Farrah. If you win, I’ll leave, noints.”


    He figured it was worth a shot. Might as well gamble for what he wanted. If he won, he could see Farrah.


    Ellis gave a quiet, deliberate response. “No.”


    “Scared you’ll lose?” Felipe baited.


    “It’s not about losing,” Ellis said seriously. “Even if I win, I still can’t promise you what you want.” He added with a sincerity that couldn’t be faked, “In our household, she decides. At most, I can ask her. I can’t force her hand.”


    Felipe’s lip curled. So this man was the type to let someone else take the reins. When had Freya fallen for this kind?


    “I agree,” Freya cut in, her voice sharp with amusement. “If you can beat my sweetheart, I’ll let you see Farrah—just a glimpse.”


    Ellis raised an eyebrow. She really wanted to see this y out?


    “You promise?” Felipe asked, his voiceced with certainty.


    Felipe used to work out and kept himself in decent shape, but next to Freya, he still fell short. However, ever since she had single-handedly taken out his bodyguards and whisked Farrah away right under his nose, he’d thrown himself into training, swearing he’d never let himself be humiliated like that again.


    He might not be able to take down Freya, but surely he could handle a kept man like Ellis, right?


    Freya picked up on his puffed-up confidence and replied coolly, “Yeah, I promise.”


    “What’s in it for me?” Ellis asked, standing tall with his smooth, mellow voice.


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    “No reward?”


    “What do you want?”


    “Just promise me one thing.”


    Ellis had already yed out his next move in his head.


    Freya agreed without thinking much of it. “Alright.”


    They were still in the early stages of their rtionship, so whatever he asked for couldn’t be too outrageous. There was no reason to say no.


    Felipe listened to their exchange. The more he heard, the more contempt twisted his features. Just as he’d suspected—Ellis was a kept man. Even now, in the thick of things, he hadn’t forgotten to squeeze something out of Freya.


    “Your taste is really something,” Felipe finally said. “Your dad’s the chairman of the Briggs Group, and you kept such a man?”


    “He’s not—” Freya started to fire back.


    Ellis gave her small hand a gentle squeeze and drawledzily, “She just likes me. Got a problem?”


    “You’ve got some nerve.”


    “How about we up the ante?” Ellis said,ying the bait.


    Felipe remained unfazed, assuming the pretty boy’s pride was wounded. “Go ahead.”


    “Whoever loses—besides what we already said—has to give the other three million,” Ellis said it as though he were discussing the weather.


    “No problem,” Felipe replied.


    Felipe agreed without hesitation. “Three million’s nothing to me. But… do you even have that much?”


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