She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Security

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"Mr. Shaw" Alan greeted with a calm smile, the unease from earlier completely vanished, replaced by a newfound confidence as he stepped forward to greet Kristian.

Kristian responded with a polite nod, his own demeanor reserved, "Mr. Briggs."

After they exchanged a few cordial words, Kristian gestured for Freya and Alan to follow him inside.

The door shut with a soft click behind them, and though Alan's pulse quickened beneath his suit, he forced a calm facade. As both the president of Briggs Group and Freya's cousin, he couldn't afford to let his nerves show

-not now.

Kristian glanced at Freya while leading the way in, his voice casual, yet warm. "Did you manage to grab dinner before coming over?"

Freya nodded, her response brief. "Yes, thank you for asking."

Alan, trailing slightly behind, furrowed his brow in confusion. He couldn't recall them stopping for a meal at all. Kristian caught the fleeting look of perplexity on Alan's face but chose not to clarify. Instead, he shifted the conversation towards the task at hand. "Freya, could you assist me with some data transfer?"

"Of course," Freya agreed promptly.

Had the phone been in good condition, backing up the data would've been a breeze.

But with the device nearly beyond repair, Kristian handed the responsibility to Freya-not just for the data, but as a subtle excuse to spend more time with her.

Guiding her toward the study, he watched as she unpacked a small kit and began the tedious process of recovering the data, her fingers working swiftly over the scattered tools.

Kristian remained in the study throughout, never stepping out once, while Alan lingered awkwardly in the hallway, a growing sense of discomfort creeping over him.

Was he really being ignored on purpose by Kristian? Did he really not see how different he was from last night to now? Seriously, how did Kristian manage to keep his cool like that?

As the minutes dragged on, Alan's restlessness grew, prompting him to scrutinize the living room's decor. The stark black, white, and gray palette rendered the space cold and impersonal, like a meticulously curated furniture showroom rather than a home.

It was hard to believe someone lived there; the space felt hollow and stripped of any soul.

His gaze drifted across the room, scanning every corner in search of something that might spark familiarity.

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Chapter 172 Security Camera

there, the more out of place it felt-like he'd stepped into it for the

unease, Alan considered checking on Freya's progress. However, as he turned to leave, his eyes caught a glimpse of something unsettling-a security camera, its lens. unblinkingly omniscient. His heart

camera might have captured every moment from the previous

hit Alan-how on

in Alan's chest, but the study remained

cameras loomed like menacing sentinels, while Kristian

Kristian, they were merely silent watchers-unnecessary to check unless a break-in shattered the peace. By the stroke of ten o'clock, Freya had

over him. "Thank you," he murmured, a rare

Freya responded with a courteous nod. She hesitated, her thoughts drifting to Alan's recent turmoil. "Alan is quite sensitive. I apologize

"It's no big deal. Please, don't worry about it," he assured her, his tone

gaze, feeling the pull of his understated

wasn't cloaked in

cost of the

his low, velvety voice curling around the words in a way that

her mind going blank as her mouth

be right. The phone alone costs way more

lips twitched into a smirk. "Then make it 999

Freya said with a sigh, clearly trying

his chiseled face

herself caught off guard by his

phone aside and locked eyes with him. "Are

$999?" She questioned,

responded, his tone even and

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mind

presence alone catered to her intense aesthetic cravings-those deep-set voices, sculpted hands, tailored suits, crisp

was unparalleled, eclipsing even the most famed celebrities

a remnant from her days of age- watching dramas where a joke had circulated-"If

now, as she observed Kristian-transformed into a persona that seemed

his actions towards her were far less sinister than any villain's, his striking looks and mesmerizing voice made it perilously easy to

demeanor from serene to wary,

seemed tensed, as if

cut through the

in scrutinizing the camera

from his focus, and he strode towards the