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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Freya had always kept her distance from

deck-it was exceptionally thin, almost imperceptibly so, and it had a smoothness that felt unlike any card he had ever

Kristian asked, his voice laced with

gaze.

Hadn't he just explained?

besides telling you to give this to me?" Kristian pressed, his fingers running across the smooth surface of the

Freya had carelessly left behind, Felipe would have sent it to the Shaw Group office days

fact that it was being returned in

attention to detail, answered, "Mr. Yates did mention that if you want to know more about how Ms. Briggs left this card at his place, you

paused, the gears in his

Grabbing his phone and car keys, he made for the

Shaw," Gerard called

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

with Ms. Briggs in the afternoon?" Gerard asked, his voice laced with realization. "Postpone it," Kristian said, a flicker

eyebrow. "What's

explained smoothly, already preparing his excuse. "The car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and my phone died. I was stuck until the early

Gerard nodded, relieved. "Understood."

Gerard to handle the logistics, Kristian walked out, his

sure.

Freya, saying he was occupied, ensuring the situation remained under

would ensure that Freya would remain

the divorce, but here he was. After a long drive, he arrived at Felipe's villa

was

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in the morning, his villa was as

before the door, pressing the

once shared with him, Kristian entered it, the quiet click of the mechanism

later, he stepped

the door softly behind him and called Felipe, making

its sound piercing the quiet night

the line. "Kristian, are you out of your

room. With a frustrated grunt, Felipe tossed his phone to the floor

flicked on the living room lights, casting a cold glow through

of his leather shoes was the

the covers tighter,

Oh no.