She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Freya Was Being Held Against Her...

Freya was blissfully ignorant of the fact that she had become the subject of whispered admiration between Gerard and her assistant.

As the shrill ring of her phone pierced the air, she cast a quick glance at it, her expression shifting subtly when. she noticed the incoming message from Gerard.

Kristian, ever observant, caught the slight change in her face and quickly snatched the phone from her grasp. His features contorted into a scowl as he read Gerard's message.

That treacherous snake! He silently vowed that Gerard could wave goodbye to any hopes of a bonus this year.

"Done reading?" Freya's voice broke through his thoughts.

Kristian gripped the phone more firmly, fully intending to toss it back to her, but his thumb accidentally brushed the screen, pulling up the message homepage.

He noticed two contacts pinned at the top, Ethel, and a group chat labeled "Seven Little Warriors".

The conversation with Ethel was frozen on a playful emoji, while the group chat was abuzz, continuously updating with new messages from someone named Fred.

Kristian's eyebrows knitted together as he scrolled further down, stopping at a conversation from the previous day with Trent.

The message screen displayed just two simple words-"Good night."

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Kristian was suddenly gripped by the need to sift through Trent's messages, eager to uncover the depth of their conversation and the reason behind their intimate goodnight exchanges. Who had sent the goodnight message? Was it Freya to Trent, or the other way around?

Swept up by a whirlwind of emotions, he reached out to open Trent's chat.

But just as his fingers brushed against the screen, Freya swiftly reclaimed her phone, preventing him from catching even a fleeting glimpse of the contents.

With another swift motion, she turned off the screen and fixed Kristian with a look of stern criticism. "It is one thing to abandon your character and wit, but to forsake even the simplest of courtesies? How could you snoop through others' private messages without a shred of permission?" Her words cut through the tension like

knife

"What were your exchanges with Trent about?" Kristian demanded, his voice a chilling blend of frost and

accusation

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Freya met his gaze defiantly. "That is strictly between Trent and me."

see," Kristian insisted, cloaking his demand in a veneer of

reason to believe you're divulging confidential details about Shaw

him."

free to call the police," Freya responded, her tone dripping with

Kristian's frustration boiled over. "Freya!" he called

must I remind you?" Freya

the police is undoubtedly the

handle it myself if you keep pushing."

shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Freya Briggs!" Kristian exclaimed sharply. "Looking for a

sides, his stance rigid. The air around him grew

fierce figure standing before him with the

past two years

for you, masquerading as someone caring?" Freya retorted

breath grew labored. Had it not been for his family's fondness for

highly of you," he said bitterly, oblivious to the impact of

turning his words against him. "Otherwise,

Their gazes locked.

and exited the villa. Freya found herself confined within its walls

all the chargers removed from the premises, his clear intent being to cut off

Freya offered no protest.

flung it

felt the need to reach out to someone. Before powering it down, she quickly texted Frederick to inform him that she would

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might start to worry.

that Lionel would fret over

was isolated without provisions, he asked Gerard

when Gerard discovered that Freya was actually being

even though

holding her against her

whose assistant are you?" Kristian interjected

course," Gerard responded,

her side all

her locked away for a full day and night. You do realize that holding someone against their will for more than six hours

be out of a job,"

to respond, but in the end, he

order a meal, had it delivered discreetly, and then confidentially relayed the entire