Chapter 150

Chapter 150 I Simply Dislike Her

Vivien's face was clouded with frustration, but she couldn't deny the truth that gnawed at her-she was indeed at fault.

Still, the mere thought of losing all the fruits of her hard work because of Freya sent ripples of unease through her mind.

After a long, hesitant pause, she finally broke the silence, her voice laced with uncertainty. "Do you think Mr. Briggs will accept me again after this?"

Cheryl studied her for a moment, her gaze sharp but silent.

She knew exactly what kind of man Hugh was. Given the mess Vivien had made of things before, it was unlikely he would so easily offer her forgiveness.

"You should first get a handle on your behavior," Cheryl advised after a heavy silence. "One wrong move, and it could all come crashing down. I hope you understand that."

Vivien swallowed her frustration, the words stinging but necessary.

Days passed in a blur, with Freya balancing her work between Briggs Group and Anita International Group.

While Melvin had taken over most of the workload, Freya, as the owner of Anita International, still had matters that required her personal touch.

As for Kristian, after their last encounter at the shooting club, he seemed to vanish into thin air, as if honoring his vow not to disturb Freya until he had surpassed her in shooting.

Time marched on, and before long, the 10th arrived.

It was a Saturday.

Ethel, Freya, and Hugh were all present. As they kept an eye on the time, Hugh led his daughters to the restaurant he had reserved for the occasion.

Despite his calm exterior, Hugh was still feeling that gnawing anxiety.

After a few moments of indecision, he said, "If you're not feeling up to it, just let me know. We can always

reschedule."

"It's fine," Freya answered with a quiet, assured calm.

Her words should have put him at ease, but they didn't. The nervous energy still hung in the air, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she might be displeased by something later.

Nevertheless, he genuinely hoped for her support.

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passing, the house had become

ten-thirty, Hugh's group arrived at the restaurant, greeted by a waiter who led them

room.

having arrived early in an effort to make a

open, Freya's gaze immediately landed on the woman

two years since she'd last seen Cheryl with

private

said warmly. "Let me introduce you. This is Cheryl Newman. This

the introductions smoothly, but Freya interrupted with a quiet correction, "Not Mina. I'm

others calling her by her nickname. He reintroduced them using their full names, and Cheryl, always poised, smiled warmly at

for the meal to

her actions laden with

noticed this, exchanging a quiet glance that spoke volumes. It was clear-Cheryl was seeking

a gentle smile, her tone

refused, "Thank you. I can

sent a ripple of

nothing was overtly wrong with Freya's response, everyone could sense the distance between her and

their food-not even Freya, who

weight of the moment. He glanced between Freya and

Ethel replied casually,

seen Cheryl's kindness firsthand. In her eyes, Cheryl was patient, gentle, and even cooked meals that reminded her of

Ethel

blessing, Hugh turned to Freya, his expression

becoming formal and distant. "I have a question

her expression

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I

know my mom?" Freya's clear, piercing gaze met Cheryl's without

caught off guard, while

head softly. "I didn't know

but it was quickly masked. Ethel leaned in

Freya answered calmly, her usual

room's atmosphere shifted, the air growing thick and oppressive,

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