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.

his frustration, he finally answered Gerard's persistent call, his phone pressed against his

villa was awash in brilliant light, as if mocking the darkness

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

Gerard called out once more, his voice echoing

unsettling quiet on the other end of

sofa downstairs, lost in a vision of

engrossed in her favorite

Kristian's reply

steeled himself-mindful of the generous paycheck that

the assault on Ms.

his voice icy. "Let's talk

Gerard inquired, a note of hesitance

Kristian's

"Now?"

firmly, making it clear he

better than to

off. Though he craved more freedom, the promise of big paychecks and generous bonuses held

detached air, "Head down

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

open the third bottle, Gerard was visibly struggling, the

limited tolerance, watched as Gerard teetered

26.8%

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

collapsed

divorce?" Kristian's voice grew heavy, his eyes

Gerard jerked upright, his cheeks flushed and his speech thick with alcohol. "It's

Kristian's gaze sharpened.

and physically fit, but she is seeking a deeper emotional bond," Gerard muttered, his loyalty to Freya clouding

Kristian's voice grew colder, an icy edge

his resolve did not

her eye?" Kristian probed, his gaze penetrating, as though trying to unearth secrets buried

caution would have been

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

hold on his wine

Ms Briggs, always eager to see things from her angle. That, I think, is the very essence of true

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

ascended the stairs with a dismissive, frosty air, leaving Gerard behind without

up on the sofa, the chill of the room

at his skin.

piece together the fragmented memories of the night before, his mind