She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Chapter 158 Just Heed My Advice

The air crackled with tension as Freya and Ashley faced off, their gazes sharp and unyielding

With a nonchalant grace, Freya whipped out her cellphone, dialed a number with deliberate slowness, and then casually flipped it onto the table. The phone landed with a soft clack, its speaker buzzing to life, filling the room with the tinny sound of an incoming call.

The privacy screen on her phone cast a murky shadow over the display, leaving Ashley craning her neck in a futile attempt to glimpse the caller's identity. Before she could voice her curiosity, a familiar voice spilled out from the speaker.

"Hello?" Kristian's voice echoed slightly, laced with confusion.

At the sight of Freya's name flashing on his screen, a bewildered frown creased

his brow, his mind momentarily grappling with the surreal moment.

Shaking off the initial shock, he steadied his voice and answered the call.

Freya leaned in, her voice a calm cascade, betraying no hint of urgency. "Your ex wants to kill you. Are you willing to cooperate?"

Kristian stiffened, a flicker of shock flashing across his face.

Ashley, too, froze mid-motion, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The stunned expressions they wore were nearly mirror images of each other.

"Why would you want to kill me?" Kristian asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

Gerard, who had been calmly going over some reports nearby, suddenly froze-his face drained of color, panic creeping into his eyes. What the hell was happening? Freya wanted to kill Kristian?

"It's not me." Freya corrected smoothly, the cool timbre of her voice cutting through the mounting chaos. "It's your ex-girlfriend. She's plotting to stab you, hoping it'll land her in prison."

That revelation struck a chord in Kristian, a name flashing through his mind like a neon sign. "Ashley?"

"Mm-hmm," Freya affirmed.

"Not cooperating," Kristian's voice cut through the air, sharp and resolute.

He ended the call abruptly.

Freya turned to Ashley, her expression unreadable, almost detached. "You heard him," she stated flatly.

Ashley's eyes flickered with a mix of desperation and determination. "Then help me get close to him," she

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implored.

arched an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. "And why exactly would I do

be his next target," Ashley replied, her voice tinged with

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She was haunted by visions of serpents and chilling scenes that played over in her mind, a constant

shown an unsettling interest in Freya. Ashley knew that if

observed Ashley, searching for

she retrieved her phone and pulled up her chat with Trent. She scrolled through their messages until she found a particular photo that Trent

extended the phone towards Ashley. She questioned sharply. "Is this the man you're

it. Her first instinct

flickered back to the photo. "That's not his real face. It's a disguise-he looks completely different

narrowed her eyes, curiosity piqued. "Then what does he actually

question, Ashley quickly turned to the café counter and asked for a pen and some paper. Once they handed it over, she sat back down and started sketching in front

him, not once had she taken a photo-she never had the courage to. The

face was carved into her memory like a mark she could never

minutes, a rough but recognizable sketch took shape

stared at the all-too-familiar face on the paper. Her expression turned icy. Lifting a finger, she tapped the sketch right between the man's brows. "Does he have a scar here? About three centimeters

midair, the pencil hovering

shrinking.

expression changed in a heartbeat-cool and serious, like a

a few screens, and brought up a hidden photo. She turned the screen toward Ashley. "Is this

the image-that face, so familiar it could haunt her in dreams. Her

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Eristian," Ashley pressed on, a desperate edge to her voice as

with your grandmother and younger brother?" Freya's eyes were piercing, hey

not long for that kind of life?

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