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    “Don’t y games with Ellis and Freya,” Alyssa said wisely, brushing him off. “They’re way smarter than you think.”


    Ethan stared at her, still not getting it. What did that mean?


    Alyssa didn’t bother exining. How was someone this slow?


    Meanwhile, Freya looked at her phone and frowned. “He stopped replying.”


    Ellis wrapped an arm around her and smirked. “He’s probably rethinking his entire life strategy right now.”


    Freya chuckled, then tilted her head. “What exactly did you two argue aboutst night?”


    Ellis didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t tell her everything just yet. “I don’t think this prank is random,” Freya said thoughtfully. “It might be silly, but it could’ve seriously messed up a couple. Ethan’s not the type to cross that line for no reason.”


    This kind of thing could easily ruin a couple’s rtionship. Ethan wouldn’t be so reckless. Which meant…


    “This has something to do with Alyssa, doesn’t it?” she guessed.


    Ellis let out a quiet breath and nodded, finally giving in. He went on to tell her how he had threatened Ethan the previous night.


    Freya was momentarily stunned. She hadn’t expected him to be so childish.


    “Aren’t you worried about ruining his rtionship with Alyssa?”


    “He deserved it,” Ellis said calmly. “And anyway, it won’t ruin his rtionship with Alyssa. She knows him too well.”


    He added dryly, “Though he might get smacked around a little.”


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    Freya snorted. She believed him. Still, something didn’t sit right. “What did Ethan do to you, though?”


    Ellis wouldn’t cause trouble for no reason; Ethan must have provoked him.


    Ellis stayed quiet.


    She squinted at him. “Did he… tease you about your nickname or something?” That was the only thing Freya could think of.


    “That’s enough,” Ellis cut in quickly. “You’re not going to figure it out.”


    Then his eyes flicked to her screen. “He messaged you again.”


    Freya looked down at her phone.


    Zoe had sent a message. “I don’t have money, but I’ll work hard to raise this child. Thank you for supporting me.”


    Freya stared at the message for a second, then typed. “Send me your ount number. I’ll transfer you some money.”


    Ethan froze. Was she… serious?


    He momentarily forgot about maintaining his cover—he sent the ount number immediately.


    Free money? He wasn’t about to miss that chance.


    Freya stared at the long string of numbers on her screen, unsure whether tough or sigh. Should she call Ethan naive… or just straight-up dumb?


    After a few seconds of thought, she replied, “I need the name on the ount.”


    Ethan, fully focused on the idea of money, didn’t even hesitate. “Ethan Pearson,” he typed back.


    Freya blinked. That easy? Seriously?


    She was about to type her response when—his message retracted.


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