Chapter 901:

“Cut it out!” Freya snapped, clearly unwilling to indulge in whatever madness he was orchestrating. “You’re coming back with me.” As she spoke, she moved toward him.

Since this entire scene was his invention, she doubted the men would dare hurt him for real.

“Don’t move!” one of the men growled, yanking out a knife. “Take another step, and we’ll end him.”

“If you hurt him, you’ll be facing criminal charges yourself,” Freya warned, not slowing her stride. “Walk away now, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

“I said don’t move!” The blade slashed forward, grazing Kristian’s neck with a vivid red line.

Freya’s eyes flew wide. She halted instantly. How dare they?

“They’re fugitives. High-profile criminals,” Kristian said with unnerving calm, never taking his eyes off her. “They don’t care about consequences. I promised their families a million dollars if today goes according to plan.”

“You’ve completely lost your damn mind!” Freya burst out, rage flaring as she recalled the crimes these men were charged with. Of course, they looked familiar—she had seen their names on the police bulletins.

“Yes, I lost all my senses the moment you said no to me,” Kristian said with a smile so mesmerizing it bordered on tragic.

tightened. She now had to worry not just about him, but also about stopping

gentle, almost

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were my final day, would you say

later,” Freya replied carefully, unwilling to risk

killing Kristian the second she said no, then she’d be carrying that

you five seconds,” Kristian pressed her, emotion hidden behind a cold resolve. “If you don’t

“Five.”

“Don’t do anything reckless.”

“Four.”

“Kristian!”

“Three.”

gambling with your life—it’s not

kept counting, his

it—he was resolute, not

men. With a swift flick of her

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