My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 205 I Don’t Understand the Life of the Rich

After a moment of thought, Freya found this tactic to be truly ruthless.

Her brows furrowed slightly and she sent another message to Isabella.

Freya: Braxton just stormed out. Are you sure your parents won’t be suspicious when he arrives at your place in such a condition? Even if your parents approve, seeing Braxton’s agitated state might still leave them hesitant, don’t you think so?

Isabella: Then what should we do now?

Freya: You’ll have to figure it out yourself. Seeing how he rushed out of my house, I guess it will take him. less than half an hour to reach your place.

After responding to Isabella’s message, she happily put her phone into her pocket.

Having her hands washed again, Freya stepped out to help Sylvia with the dumplings.

In the evening, the house was quiet with only Sylvia and Freya present. After finishing their meal and spending some time together, Freya returned to her room.

After freshening up, she decided not to sleep yet. Seated on the small sofa with her phone in hand, she -opened The Green Flamation forum.

Michael and Eugene, from Octo Adelphos, had replied to her message, expressing their regrets for not capturing Danna. They promised to repay her favor in any task they could accomplish.

Freya raised an eyebrow, appreciating their loyalty, but she didn’t want anyone to go through hardships on her behalf.

She then opened the management group chat of The Green Flamation, finding it silent.

Freya: Ink, have you managed to find the batch of research equipment I requested?

Ink: What exactly are you looking for? Some of the equipment is expensive, while others are so secretive that people suspected my agents to be spies!

Freya chuckled softly. Many of the medical instruments she sought were recently developed in a research. lab overseas in Damford. She only had access to partial information.

Freya: How costly are the expensive ones?

Ink: The priciest ones can cost billions, while even the more affordable ones come with a price of hundreds of millions. After doing the math, all the equipment you need adds up to five billion. I might be able to get the ones from Damford, but it’s going to involve some serious maneuvering, like stealing the design blueprints from their top-secret research facility, and then finding skilled hands to put it all together. Frankly speaking, there’s no way we can make this happen for anything less than seven billion. Take some time to think it over!

me the bank

Ink: What?

Holy crap! I know your family is rich, but I never thought it was this much! Isn’t your family company

make eight thousand a month. You’ve got to give me

help

had awakened, Braxton and Sylvia had given her some money, amounting

her fortune came from the ten billion she earned through her venture in

as a reward, considering it

wasn’t the focus for Freya; as Sylvia had rightly pointed

illness required over seven billion, or even tens or hundreds of billions, she

which ensured that large transfers were processed

acquisition of the equipment. Shipping expenses and costs weren’t a concern; she could arrange for a private jet

don’t understand the life of

family rich too? I’ve heard that you’re well-known in

me a single penny. That’s why I had to start up The Green Flamation at such young age, resorting to these pitiful, secretive

continued chatting, and Freya

reviewed the resumes of the selected

out the expected delivery of the medical equipment. Everything else would arrive relatively quickly, except for the two devices from Damford, which might present

interview schedule, thinking a week from now would be

the four candidates, naming it

couldn’t help but wonder if

medical research lab. Having finished her tasks, Freya tossed her

Radley at the West Geft Joint Department tomorrow to discuss their collaboration. Feeling content, Freya settled into bed and snuggled against the

The following day.

early, Freya rose and freshened

passed by Braxton’s slightly ajar door, stealing

lightly tapped on

“Brax?”

was tidying up glanced over and whispered,

contemplation. Braxton could go celibate for two whole years, but once he let loose, het