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, "What's

stomach. With no time to spare, she

ride seemed endlessly long, stretching over

arriving, she rushed to Trent's door and knocked on it

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

and she heard a familiar ringtone echoing from inside the room. It was unmistakably

family. His past was littered with perilous confrontations, often finding himself targeted due to his heritage. This time, he had ventured to Jeucwell without the usual

unease down Freya's

a bit more

to the front desk for assistance in breaching the stubborn door, it swung open abruptly. Heart pounding, Freya

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 free and flung her

with a sharp thud, followed by a cry

had

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

it well

someone masquerading as Trent had

of the assailant and demanded in an icy

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voice was twisted with agony. "Ah! I can't take it-it hurts like

and suddenly, the curtains were yanked away, unleashing a cascade of bright sunlight into the room. This sudden burst

fleeting second of vulnerability, the hidden assailants launched another assault

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

chaos, a bat aimed for Freya, but with

bat

stared in shock,

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

she catch something moving that fast and not

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, probably employed by a

suits, every one of them held a bat ready for

turned their gazes towards their team leader, their eyes wide with uncertainty. "Should

we'd tell you everything just because you asked?" the