She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Fabricating A Reason To Delay The.....

Once the police had departed, Gerard made his way back to the villa.

As he approached, he found Kristian surrounded by a cold, almost suffocating aura. His presence was as sharp as a dagger's edge. "The police have taken them into custody," Gerard said, his voice careful yet resolute.

Kristian, his expression unreadable, gave a slight nod. "Set up a meeting with Ashley for tomorrow," he ordered. His eyes remained distant, as if watching something beyond the walls. "Also, dig deeper into the incident where Freya was attacked by that group in open areas. I want a full investigation."

"Understood," Gerard replied promptly, his mind already ticking off the next steps. Kristian's voice broke the silence again. "There's one more thing."

"Yes?"

"How's the investigation into the hotel incident with Freya and Trent coming along?" he inquired, his tone still flat but tinged with the weight of expectation.

"We've gathered some information," Gerard said, brow furrowed. "But it's a bit puzzling. We're waiting for the second round of findings to come through. I'll update you as soon as we have more details."

Kristian nodded briefly, his lips barely moving. "Alright."

With that matter settled, Gerard remembered something else he needed to bring up.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a custom playing card, its edges neatly trimmed and its design subtle yet distinct. "This is from Mr. Yates. He asked me to pass it along to you."

Kristian gave it a fleeting glance before walking over to the sofa. His movements were as composed as ever, his demeanor cool and distant.

He placed the card on the table, his voice as even as the surface of a still lake. "Tell him to find Zander on set. I don't have time for his games."

"No, that's not it," Gerard clarified quickly.

Kristian raised an eyebrow, the silence stretching between them.

"Mr. Yates mentioned that this card was left at his place when Ms. Briggs last visited," Gerard continued, recounting every word without hesitation. "He wanted me to return it to you."

The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, and Kristian's curiosity stirred.

He took the card, a King of Diamonds, and turned it over in his hand. "She went to his house?"

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seemed almost preposterous. Freya had always kept her distance from Felipe-so

The material was unlike any standard deck-it was exceptionally thin, almost imperceptibly so, and it had a smoothness that felt unlike any card

did he get this?" Kristian asked, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. He fixed Gerard with a

gaze.

just explained? Freya had left it at

say anything else besides telling you to give this to me?" Kristian pressed, his fingers running across

an ordinary item Freya had carelessly left behind, Felipe would have sent it to the Shaw Group

fact that it was being returned in this manner only raised more

want to know more about how Ms. Briggs left this card at

gears in his

Grabbing his phone and car keys, he made for the

Shaw," Gerard called

tomorrow morning's meetings," Kristian instructed, his voice as cold as ever. "I'm going to see

Ms. Briggs in the afternoon?" Gerard asked, his voice laced with

raised an eyebrow. "What's

car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and my phone died. I was stuck until the early

Gerard nodded, relieved. "Understood."

Kristian

sure.

quickly sent a message to Freya,

that Freya would remain none the wiser

to find himself fabricating a reason to delay the divorce, but here he was. After a long drive,

like Kristian, was accustomed

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one in the morning, his villa was as silent as the grave, not a

hour, stood before the door, pressing the doorbell

had once shared with him, Kristian entered it, the quiet click

later, he stepped

door softly behind him and called Felipe, making

sound piercing the quiet night like an

voice filtered through the line. "Kristian, are you out

shadow in the quiet room. With a frustrated grunt, Felipe tossed his phone to the floor and curled into his blankets, intending to sleep through

living room lights, casting a cold glow through the darkened house. His footsteps echoed sharply as he

thud of his leather shoes was

now wide awake, gripped the covers

Oh no.