She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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.

her tone skeptical. "And why exactly would I do

you'll be his next target," Ashley replied, her voice tinged

under his thumb is like being trapped

even

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

that if she failed this time, he would certainly turn his malevolent

Freya observed Ashley, searching for any hint of a lie, but found

She scrolled through their messages until she found a particular photo that Trent

towards Ashley. She questioned sharply. "Is this the

the moment Kristian had confronted her with it. Her first instinct was to blame Freya, suspicion flaring in her chest-until she paused, thinking

her voice uncertain as her gaze flickered back to the photo. "That's not

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

the café counter and asked for a pen and some paper.

she'd spent with him, not once had she taken a photo-she never had the courage to. The thought

her memory like a

minutes, a rough but recognizable sketch took shape beneath

Her expression turned icy. Lifting a finger, she tapped the sketch right

the pencil hovering just above

widened in shock, pupils shrinking. "How-How could you possibly

and serious, like a switch

her phone, tapped through a few screens, and brought up a hidden photo. She turned the

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

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younger brother?" Freya's eyes were piercing, hey

that kind of life? she clung to that thought,

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