She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Kristian Was On The Brink Of Rage-

The group gazed at Liam, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Amidst them stood a dashing young man clad in sleek racing gear, who broke the silence. "Kristian's pretty rich, isn't he? Didn't he leave her anything after the divorce?" he inquired incredulously.

"No," Liam interjected swiftly, his voice dripping with feigned concern as he sought to smear Kristian's reputation. "You all know how stingy he is. Just recall the times you've had dealings with him."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. "He's notoriously stingy."

"Poor girl, life's really been unfair to her."

For a fleeting moment, everyone's gaze turned toward Freya, laden with a complex blend of pity and curiosity. While others managed to secure a fortune from divorcing a wealthy spouse, they believed she appeared to walk away with nothing.

Freya maintained a dignified silence amidst the murmurs.

Breaking through the awkwardness, the young man stepped forward, determination etching his features. “Look, for Liam's sake, I'm willing to bring you into a couple of my projects," he declared confidently. "Just move your investment over to me, and sit back for the yearly dividends."

"No need for that," Freya responded calmly, her refusal leaving a palpable surprise in the air.

The young man's face registered shock, but before he could press further, Liam chimed in nonchalantly, "She's not looking to capitalize on her past with Kristian.”

"This project is entirely separate from him; it stands on its own," the young man quickly clarified, hoping to reassure her. "You can rest easy knowing that."

Freya remained silent, her gaze fixed intently on Liam, her eyes shimmering with unspoken questions.

"Just wait a little longer," Liam whispered soothingly, a secretive smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He had returned specifically to witness the unfolding drama. "After we're done here, I'll bring you back." Freya's instincts screamed that this was a trap.

Despite her desire to leave, she found herself tethered to the moment, compelled to engage in the conversation. Isolated in this remote spot, the option of hailing a cab was a distant dream.

Time trickled by slowly, and about twenty minutes later, the tranquility was shattered by the arrival of a car. Its headlights pierced the darkness, blazing so intensely that the assembled group had to shield their eyes

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Out of the vehicle stepped a man who seemed to command the night itself. With long strides, he approached, his presence almost tangible. The long coat he wore billowed around his legs, adding to his formidable aura.

"Liam, Kristian is here," someone announced, a note of tension in their voice.

"Why does it seem like he's not in the best mood?"

"He looks absolutely livid."

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