She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 120

Chapter 120 You Don't Measure Up To Her...

Trent hesitated, visibly taken aback by Freya's words.

After pondering for a moment, he replied, "Cutting ties with him completely is out of the question. Not only are there ongoing partnerships between Briggs Group and Shaw Group, but if Kristian learns you revealed your real identity to his grandpa but kept him in the dark, he might pursue you even more aggressively."

"He wouldn't behave like that," Freya countered, her fingers swiftly removing Kristian's contact. "There was never any real affection between us."

For him, their relationship had merely been a matter of compatibility.

A knowing smile played on Trent's lips, his tone hinting at something more. "That might not be entirely accurate."

Freya looked at him, confusion etching her features. What was he implying?

Trent chose not to answer, instead focusing on driving them swiftly towards the airport.

On their journey, Freya cast a glance over her shoulder at the back seat, her anxiety easing at the sight of her laptop and essential documents safely with Trent.

Elsewhere, when Kristian arrived at the family estate to meet Lionel, the butler told him that Lionel had left with friends and wouldn't return for several days.

Kristian was aware that his grandfather was unhappy with him for ending his marriage to Freya, but he remained unfazed. He was convinced that it was only a matter of time before he uncovered the truth about Freya, so he decided it was best to depart.

That evening, he made his way back to his villa.

Though solitude was his usual companion here, tonight the sprawling villa felt unusually desolate, devoid of the faintest echo of warmth.

He knit his brows together, wrestling with a persistent irritation that clung to him like a stubborn shadow.

Lost in his thoughts, he meandered through the rooms and, without realizing it, found himself in the room Freya had once occupied. Her personal effects were no longer there; only the random assortments purchased during her impulsive shopping sprees remained.

Surveying each piece, As he looked at each item, he could picture her expression while choosing them and the way she looked at him.

He was ensnared in these memories for a full two hours, until the sharp ring of Gerard's call pierced through

his reverie.

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Chapter 120 You Don't Measure Up To Her Standards

Startled by his own sentimentality, he abruptly vacated the room, his face a mask of unease tinged with frustration, his ego refusing to be compromised.

What on earth was he doing? A divorce was just that—a divorce, no reason to treat it like the end of the world. She possessed no virtues, her only talent being her uncanny ability to provoke his ire.

frustration, he finally answered

in brilliant light, as if mocking the darkness of night, yet

a

Gerard called out once more, his voice echoing slightly, a

on the other end of

on the sofa downstairs, lost in a vision of

engrossed in her favorite

through his reverie once again, Kristian's

the generous paycheck that necessitated such patience and said,

the assault on Ms. Briggs by

off before he could elaborate further, his voice icy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Gerard inquired, a note of hesitance

Kristian's crisp directive

"Now?"

now," Kristian said firmly, making it clear he

better than to challenge the

was essentially dictated by his boss's whims, save for those rare days off. Though he craved more freedom, the promise of big paychecks and generous bonuses held him back. Merely thirty minutes later, Gerard arrived, dressed in his customary sharp

said with a detached air, "Head down to the wine cellar and bring

to retrieve the wine.

cracked open the third bottle,

his assistant's limited tolerance, watched

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his limit, Kristian reclined deeper into the sofa, his eyes

trailed off as he collapsed onto the

do you think Freya was so adamant about the divorce?" Kristian's voice grew heavy, his eyes shadowed

Gerard jerked upright, his cheeks flushed and his speech thick with

Kristian's gaze sharpened.

muttered, his loyalty to Freya clouding his thoughts. "With a philistine nature, you're just not in her

Kristian's voice grew colder, an icy edge creeping

his resolve did not falter. "Yes,

probed, his gaze penetrating, as though trying to unearth secrets buried deep

caution

drunken state left no room for prudence. "I believe... Mr. Trent Seymour," he blurted

hold on his wine glass

always so gentle and patient with Ms Briggs, always eager to see things from

his response frozen in the cool air. He rose, setting his wine glass on the table with

with a dismissive, frosty

awoke, curled up on the sofa, the chill

at his skin.

fragmented memories of the night before, his mind drew a blank after he drank with