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.

of his frustration, he finally answered Gerard's persistent

brilliant light, as if mocking the

the second-floor corridor, enveloped by a profound isolation that seemed to detach him

Gerard called out once more, his

the unsettling quiet on the other end

were fixed on the sofa downstairs, lost in

there, engrossed in her

his reverie once again, Kristian's reply came through cold and detached. "Yes, what

of the generous paycheck that necessitated such

the assault on Ms. Briggs by

him off before he could elaborate further, his voice icy. "Let's

Gerard inquired, a note of

home." Kristian's crisp directive

"Now?"

firmly, making it clear he wouldn't

knew better than to challenge the

life 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

why he had been summoned, Kristian, perched nonchalantly on the sofa, waved dismissively and said with a detached air, "Head down to the wine cellar and bring up a selection of bottles." "Wine?" Gerard

complied, descending into the cellar to retrieve the wine. What followed was a silent ordeal, with Kristian wordlessly compelling him

they cracked open the third bottle,

his assistant's limited tolerance, watched as Gerard teetered on the

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Kristian reclined deeper into the sofa, his eyes unusually expressive.

Gerard's voice trailed off as he collapsed onto the sofa, his consciousness slipping

adamant about the divorce?" Kristian's voice grew heavy, his eyes shadowed by the stirrings of alcohol-fueled introspection. "I lavished her with

his idol, Gerard jerked upright, his cheeks flushed and his speech thick with alcohol. "It's because she thinks you don't measure up

Kristian's gaze sharpened.

emotional bond," Gerard muttered, his loyalty to Freya clouding his thoughts. "With a philistine

voice grew colder, an icy edge creeping

his resolve did not falter. "Yes,

probed, his gaze penetrating, as

caution would have

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

on his wine

looming storm, Gerard continued, "Mr. Seymour-he's always so gentle and patient with Ms Briggs, always eager to see things from her angle. That, I think, is the very essence

silent, his response frozen in the cool air. He rose, setting his wine glass on the table with a soft clink, casting a

Kristian ascended the stairs with a

Gerard awoke, curled up on the sofa, the chill

at his skin.

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