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."

replied,

Trent's unread messages tightened a knot of worry in her stomach. With no time to spare, she snatched

endlessly long, stretching over

to Trent's door and knocked on it urgently. Silence

sound of her knocks. When no one answered, she

heard a familiar ringtone echoing from inside the room.

world, Trent was the designated heir to the influential yet notoriously faction-ridden Seymour family. His past was littered with perilous confrontations, often finding himself targeted due to his heritage. This time, he had ventured to Jeucwell without

unease down Freya's spine, her

echoed a bit more desperately

assistance in breaching the stubborn door, it swung open abruptly. Heart pounding, Freya hastened into the engulfing darkness of

menacingly towards her head. Instincts honed by necessity, Freya's hand

thud, followed by a cry of

abruptly realized she had walked into a

called her "Mina", her childhood nickname. This familiar term had initially disarmed her suspicions, as only a select few in Alerith-

it well

someone masquerading as Trent had never

assailant and demanded in an icy tone,

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voice was twisted with agony. "Ah! I can't take

away, unleashing a cascade of bright sunlight into the room. This sudden burst of

that fleeting second of vulnerability, the hidden assailants launched another assault

the opportunity, exploiting the brief blindness as eyes struggled to adjust from dark to light-a natural human

aimed for Freya, but with remarkable reflexes, she caught

assailant holding the bat stood frozen

in shock,

the fuck did she pull that off? Wouldn't anyone else

she catch something moving that fast and

name, who you're working for, and where Trent is." Freya's voice was ice-cold, her grip on the bat tightening as she surveyed the group of bewildered men in the

a keen eye, she quickly deduced that they were likely bodyguards,

of them held a bat ready for action. However, their

team leader, their eyes wide with uncertainty. "Should we tell

we'd tell you everything