She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Walking Into A Trap

Stepping out of the building, Kristian slid into his car with a sigh. As he settled into the driver's seat, he pulled out his phone and dialed Gerard's number. He needed Gerard to dig into whatever Ashley was hiding-

He had his doubts-he always did about people who had deceived him in the past. Trust was not easily rebuil On the other end, Gerard, already knee-deep in inquiries about Charlie, raised his eyebrows at the new assignment. He couldn't help but think his hard work warranted a better paycheck. "Really? Are we digging into Miss Bradley's affairs now? Wasn't she the one Kristian's in love with? Wasn't Kristian ready to leave his we just to be with that woman? What was there to look into?

Just cut the chatter and follow my orders," Kristian snapped back, his voice icy as the evening air creeping through the car windows. "Start by checking when she was hospitalized, then see where she really was during those days*

Even with hospital records proving her admission, it would be pointless if her whereabouts didn't align

A normal person wouldn't find themselves tethered to a hospital bed without good

reason.

Lenting out a deep sigh, Gerard responded, "Understood."

Ageing was his only option-Kristian was the one signing his paychecks.

Ending the call, Kristian tossed his phone beside a stack of documents on the passenger seat, his thoughts swirling with recent betrayals and unresolved questions.

tmotions fupped at him like a relentless tide.

Be considered messaging the group chat to convene a meeting with his friends, but with Zander off joining a Siis crew, that left only one other. He dialed Felipe, who picked up amidst the clinking of glasses and muffled laughter of a lively bar How Felipe's voice cut through the background noise, tinged with surprise. "Yes," stan replied, his tone devoid of warmth.

Feiger's voice carried a mellow warmth as he spoke. "I can't make it. Norah just got back, and I'm still with her Why don't you come over instead?"

King rise's gathering just wasn't Kristian's style.

However, today had been one rollercoaster after another, he felt a pressing need to escape the confines of his 45 Sterned, he got the address and didn't waste a second before hitting the road.

Mende, on Freya's side, she had just powered down her computer, marking the end of another grueling

workday, when her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Trent.

"Mina, I need you. Room 520, Imperial Hotel. Please come."

she quickly replied,

unread messages tightened a knot of worry in her stomach. With no time to

cab ride seemed endlessly long,

door and knocked on it urgently. Silence

her voice blending with the sound of her knocks. When no one answered,

connected, and she heard a familiar ringtone echoing

Trent was the designated heir to the influential yet notoriously faction-ridden Seymour family. His past was littered with perilous confrontations, often finding

down Freya's spine,

echoed a bit more

abruptly. Heart

tremor in the pitch-black void. Without warning, a figure lunged, a bat swinging menacingly towards her head. Instincts honed by necessity, Freya's hand shot up in defense, snatching the weapon mid-air. With a fluid, practiced motion, she twisted the bat

sharp thud, followed by a cry of pain from the

had walked

nickname. This familiar term had initially disarmed her suspicions, as only a select few in Alerith- childhood friends and certain family

it well

masquerading as Trent

the hand of the assailant and demanded in an icy tone, "Who are you, and where

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"Captain! Help me!" His voice was twisted with agony. "Ah! I can't take it-it hurts

a cascade of bright sunlight

fleeting second of vulnerability, the hidden assailants

adjust from dark

chaos, a bat aimed for Freya, but

the bat stood frozen

stared in shock, mouths

What the hell? How on earth did this happen? How the fuck did she pull that

she catch something moving that fast and not feel a

you're working for, and where Trent is." Freya's voice was ice-cold, her grip on the bat tightening as

keen eye, she quickly deduced that they were likely bodyguards, probably employed by a local security

held a bat ready for action. However, their

team leader, their eyes wide with uncertainty. "Should we tell her? She's a force to be reckoned

really think we'd tell you everything just because you asked?"