She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Freya's Still In

There

"Quick Hurry and inform our leader!" one of the men shouted urgently.

"Starting today, you'll live in hell!"

After hurling the biting remark, the group hastily departed, obviously eager to rally more support and tend to their wounds.

The crowd, witnessing the confrontation, gradually scattered to resume their own affairs. Only a handful of young women, who had previously taken a stand, remained, their gazes fixed on Freya with evident concern. "Are you alright, miss?"

"It's always wiser to visit places like this with some company."

"That's right."

They surrounded Freya with their soothing presence.

(Freya offered them a reassuring smile, her warmth visibly calming their worries. "I'm fine, really. Thanks for

Pour concern."

"Please, think nothing of it." The young women smiled with warmth, their compassion unmistakable. "If you're up for it, why not join us? We're planning to hang out a little longer before heading out."

"Thank you," Freya responded, her eyes softening with appreciation. "But I think I'll head back home now."

The young women didn't press further, respecting her decision.

As Freya made her way out, they couldn't resist calling after her, treating her like some innocent little girl. "Wait a moment, miss."

Freya paused, looking back. "Yes? What is it?"

"Just remember, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this again, never agree to go with anyone."

Those people didn't seem trustworthy at all. If you had gone with them, it could have turned out terribly." "Never accept a drink that's been out of your sight in a nightclub."

Absorbing their earnest guidance, Freya gazed at them, her eyes softening, as though she viewed them not just as peers but as cherished younger sisters. “I understand," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine appreciation "Thank you"

"You're welcome," they responded, their faces lighting up with gentle, reassuring smiles.

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Chapter 89 Freya's Still In There

With a lingering look, Freya exited the nightclub into the cool evening air.

Her eyes flickered to the large clock mounted above the entrance-it was already eight in the evening.

downtown, the nightclub was a daunting two-hour drive from her quiet suburban home. The very idea of the journey ignited a strong sense of reluctance

leaving her with a

there was always a catch-an old saying

her interactions with Trent were justified. No wonder he harbored

the subway. It was not only

the time she surfaced at the station near her home,

her attention was abruptly captured by

heading toward her neighborhood, while worried

hour," one bystander murmured, anxiety threading their tone.

scares the hell out

fire just erupt out of

"Who knows?"

her steps grew quicker as she made her

a point overlooking her apartment, her worst fears were

appeared to

shattered, she broke into a frantic

the replaceable items-her laptop, her phone; it was her marriage certificate that lay in

replacing it. Moreover, with her fragile relationship with Kristian teetering on the edge, the disappearance of

entrance, navigating through the residential area. Authorities had erected barriers

of concern etched across his face, while Gerard, who had hurried over to

the smoke engulfed building, Gerard turned to his boss and remarked, "It looks like the fire is directly below

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Kristian pushed the door open and got out of the

him, making his head feel a bit light and unsteady. Without the alcohol

those apartments upstairs? One of the

door, maybe there's no

thick, they should

Kristian pulled out his phone with a sense of urgency, thumbing through his contacts to call Freya. Despite his repeated

mail.

ventured cautiously, drawing

snatched Gerard's phone from his hand

more, his brow furrowed in

nagging thought gnawed at him-perhaps Freya wa

resentment

still harboring resentment

of whose phone he used, the result was the same. After numerous tries, there was still

sudden wave of panic washing

about her relationship with Trent. Fueled by concern, he called Trent, pressing him to get in touch with Freya. However, the outcome

did indeed make the call, but there was no answer

worry excessively." Gerard attempted to console him, his voice calm. "Perhaps she is outdoors and didn't

"No, she's inside."

strained as he stared at the house

had spoken to Trent, Trent had managed to check the location of Freya's phone; it was still connected

realization dawned on