My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 82 Having Fun at the Bar

After discussing with Braxton, Freya was mill worried about him being alone at home

She knew that the men groups of people who were secretly operating had different goals. Rose Zero was likely to be Danna, which was not a big threat

But the other group wanted to sneak into the Kaufmann Residence

If she went to the Kaufmann Group, her brother would not be safe alone at home.

The two agreed that Braxton’s leg was in the recovery period and he was out of the critical stage.

In the future, she would take him to the Kaufmann Group every day. He was not allowed to overexert himself, so she would still handle the affairs while he stayed in the office.

After the agreement. Freya pushed Braxton’s wheelchair into the house.

“Don’t come out in the evening. The dew is heavy at night and it’s not good for your leg”

After she sent him back to the house, the butler stepped forward. “Mr. Kaufmann, miss, dinner ready”

Freya handed the wheelchair to the butler. “Brax. I’m not eating at home.”

Braxton frowned. “Where are you going

Im going to hang with Isabella” She smiled.

Braxton’s expression froze.

Freya left the house and planned to call Isabella first when she was in the car.

When she took out her phone, she saw the message that Radley had sent her a while ago. She pursed her lips and replied. “Okay

It was better to go to the Joint Department on weekends than to go there every day.

Besides, the reconstruction of the West Geft was the most important project of the Kaufmann Group this year, and she had to be there even if Radley didn’t mention it

After replying to the message, Freya called Isabella.

The female voice on the other end was shouting because of the deafening music. “Freya?”

Freya silently moved her phone away. “Where are you?”

“Nightshade Bar Are you coming? Isabella’s voice was abnormally excited. She was obviously drunk. “I haven’t seen you for so long. Come quickly

Freya put her phone away and started the car engine.

Nightshade Bar was different from the clubs they went to before. The privacy and security of the club were better

was still a chaotic place.

in the past, but she

thought about it, and half an hour later, her car stopped in front of Nightshade Bar,

the car and went

waving

at a table close to the front. Isabella had already drunk quite a few bottles. of

stood up and pulled Freya over. “Frey, you’re here!”

her, but under the hazy lights, she saw the redness in Isabella’s eyes.

said. “Drink some first! You’re

some of whom were Isabella’s friends, while others were male escorts

down to sit by Isabella, and her outstanding appearance was even more eye-catching under the colorful lights. It was hard for people

male companion sat down next to Freya. The man was wearing a deep V-neck suit, and his tie was pulled loose. The first button of his

lips twitched

don’t usually come to places like this, do you?”

gave him a

poured her a drink and brought it to her,

worry, as Miss Parker’s friend, you are very safe with us.”

writhing crowd and saw a few slender girls being pulled together to dance by the men. She

Safe my *ss.

anything, and she had a good idea

drink alcohol because she

a milky taste, which

row, and the man next to her was startled. “Don’t drink too much. The drink. has a strong

didn’t hear him clearly. A few cups of juice later, she looked at Isabella, and her frustration dissipated

as there was a steel pole platform right in front of it.

man in leather shoes walked over and

Isabella agreed.

danced around the pole, quickly took off his shirt, and showed off his

flashing lights and deafening music made it impossible to think of

became interested and continued to drink.

shouted, “You’re not dancing well enough!”

enthusiastic, and his waistline moved like a

Freya looked amused.

Isabella was bold and ordered several bottles of champagne, which she then. sprayed over the male models

wanted to stop the woman, but the man next to her stopped her.

he’s happy. He gets a cut of every drink

was throwing flirtatious glances at the woman pouring drinks. This made his

say anything

Bar had a high ceiling, and there was a