My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 410 The Art of Control

Matthew was left alone in the room while a surge of anger coursed through him with nowhere to go. He slammed his fist onto the table in frustration.

The phone on the table rang, interrupting his thoughts. He took a moment to compose himself before picking it up.

It was a call from Braxton. It had been a while since they last spoke, which was ever since Matthew arrived in Floravalca.

Matthew hesitated for a few seconds, but for once, he did not hang up the call. He answered it.

Braxton’s voice, heavy with anger, echoed from the other end. “Matthew, have you lost your mind? How can you vanish without a trace at a time like this?”

Matthew held his forehead with one hand as a wave of regret and guilt washed over him for not finding. Freya after so many days.

“I’m sorry, Braxton. I received news that Frey is in Floravalea.”

Braxton’s anger did not subside. “What? Floravalca? Frey has already contacted us. She’s trapped in Kundin now! Can’t you inform us when you get news? What’s with the solo act, Matthew? She’s my sister. I can’t let her take any risks! If you don’t want to help, that’s fine, but you can’t act recklessly!”

Matthew sat upright as his brows furrowed. “Frey is in Kundin?”

Braxton relayed the information he had received to Matthew.

“Radley has already gone to Kundin. The Monaghan Group has been established there for a long time and has some influence. You should hurry back. The auction is about to start!”

Matthew pursed his lips and remained silent.

“I’m sorry, Braxton. I have to go to Kundin!”

Braxton became anxious. “Why are you going to Kundin? We can’t alert the enemy now. Radley will find

her!”

Matthew’s eyes darkened. “Don’t worry. I will find Frey before he does!”

With that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Braxton’s angry response, took a deep breath, and looked toward the office door.

“Someone, prepare the plane to Kundin.”

The next day.

At 7 am. Freya struggled to get up and wash up. After changing her clothes, she sat on the bed.

There was a noise at the door. Freya looked up to see Jarnic walking in with an indifferent expression.

a mocking smile on

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thought you were so angry yesterday that you would lock me up for

stood in the room, looking down at

for your little games. I thought about it last night. Since you’re so disobedient, I’ll

spoke, he gestured to the door, “Come

frowned, wondering what Jamie was

men in white doctor’s coats

the two

knew these two men

holding a tray with

“Inject her, Jamie ordered.

approached, and Freya

what are you

Kaufmann. If you’re so scared,

men had already reached Freya and were about

looking at the blue liquid

she knew she couldn’t let them inject it into

dare to

face cold and handsome. “Freya, you can’t keep crying wolf. Do you think that if

the men approached, Freya

him crashing to the

Jamie watched impassively.

defensive posture, he slowly

pausing, she

swept

hardened. She would never let anyone inject her with

was better to take a risk. If she could take

her hand

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and grabbed Freya’s

process.

two of them went back and forth. Freya might look petite, but she

another wooden chair to pieces, the

bad at all, but you’re still

Freya was pinned down

still not ruthless enough, Freya. When you fight someone, if you’re not

panted, she glared at Jamie with