She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 362:

“Melvin!” Gerard’s voice rose sharply, a note of desperation creeping in.

“They’re divorced now, which means Freya’s officially back on the market,” Melvin said firmly, his tone steady and resolute. “And since she’s single, I’ve got every right to go after her.”

Gerard gave him a wary look. “My boss wants to patch things up with her.”

Melvin scoffed, eyes narrowing. “And why exactly should I give a damn?”

“You know how he is—once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t back down,” Gerard noted, trying to sound calm, but his voice carried a warning edge. “If you seriously go after Ms. Briggs, he’s got a thousand ways to keep the two of you apart.”

Melvin’s jaw set stubbornly, his final words ringing with conviction. “I’m not backing down. If your boss has a problem with that, he can come and see me himself.”

Melvin’s retreating figure blended into the shadows of the corridor. The decision loomed

stubborn to the core, was a man of unyielding conviction once his mind

between the

going back and forth in his head a hundred times, he finally yanked out his phone and dialed Kristian’s

only smart move left was to give Kristian a heads-up. This way, there would be

when his phone rang. He was poring over the contract Chaz had signed, his fingers tapping the edge of the document while his brows drew tighter with each line he read. The Briggs Group had landed a deal that was far too generous—it was

your next

looked up, eyes narrowing as he locked his gaze on Chaz and Richie, both standing tensely in front of his desk. “Can someone explain to me how this contract even got approved?” he asked, his voice low but sharp,

flashed urgently. With a sense

going on?” Kristian’s voice

replied, his voice heavy with

had already been marred by a disastrous contract negotiation, and now Gerard’s grave tone added to his growing frustration. “Out with it,” he demanded

on a date,” Gerard informed after a heavy sigh, his words slow and weighted. For a moment, Kristian was sure he’d misheard. A date? The