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    Upon returning from the powder room, Freya and Riley encountered Trent and Frederick lingering expectantly in the corridor.


    “You may confidently introduce him to your dad,” Trent pronounced, a sophisticated smile gracing his features. “I’ve monitored him attentively—he demonstrates remarkable alcohol tolerance.”


    Frederick added with certainty, “When intoxication ims him, he transforms into the embodiment of silence.”


    Riley stood transfixed, astonishment evident in her widened eyes.


    “Introduce him to her dad?” she inquired with genuine confusion.


    “Yes, Freya intends to bring him home to meet her dad,” Frederick stated with matter-of-fact directness.


    “Ahem,” Freya interrupted, clearing her throat with delicate insistence. Frederick, Trent, and Riley recoiled slightly at her unexpected interjection.


    All three heads swiveled simultaneously toward her poised figure.


    Trent, perpetually astute, detected the subtle dissonance immediately and asked, “Aren’t you nning to bring him home to meet your dad?”


    “Indeed I am,” she confirmed, though the precise date remained undetermined in her calendar.


    “So getting him drunk has nothing to do with that n?”


    “It absolutely does,” she said, fabricating with remarkable conviction.


    Riley responded with disapproving tongue clicks against her pte.


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    Never had she anticipated such dramatic improvement in Freya’s deceptive capabilities—speaking with such unruffled poise and unwavering confidence.


    Mental note: warn Greta to exercise heightened vignce moving forward. Otherwise, who could predict when they might fall victim to Freya’s schemes?


    Newly refined maniption tactics?


    “You,” Trent hesitated, selecting his vocabry with meticulous care, “didn’t lie?”


    Freya paused momentarily. Her instinct urged a confident denial.


    Yet, detecting the gravity resonating through his interrogative tone, she modified her response ordingly. “Perhaps I’ve slightly embellished reality. A particr matter requires investigation, but direct inquiries with Ellis would prove counterproductive, hence… your assistance with this modest favor bes essential.”


    “What mysterious information do you seek?” Trent questioned, intrigue evident in his prating gaze.


    Freya responded with refreshing directness. “That remains confidential.”


    Trent and Frederick exchanged nces of mild surprise.


    Such borate secrecy seemed uncharacteristic and intriguing.


    “Please maintain absolute discretion regarding this matter,” Freya implored, anxiety surfacing at the possibility of careless revtion. “He must remain entirely unaware.”


    Just as Trent and Frederick prepared to offer their reassurances, their expressions transformed dramatically as they detected Ellis’s slightly unsteady figure positioned directly behind Freya, close enough to have potentially overheard their ndestine conversation.


    Ellis approached with measured steps, his typically distant demeanor softened by the evening’s indulgence. “What are you hiding from me?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.


    Freya’s body tensed as she turned to face him, momentarily speechless—at his unexpected appearance. How had he slipped outside without her noticing?


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