The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 27

No sooner had she finished speaking than Freya burst through the classroom door with such force that everyone inside was startled.

Luna couldn't help but shout a "Holy cow!" in sheer astonishment.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to Freya, including Ronan's. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, Ronan stood out with his tall, lean figure and striking features, accentuated by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His demeanor was cold and detached, a sharp contrast to the bustling classroom.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm late!" Freya announced, her voice booming across the room, filled with an unexpected confidence.

Her bold apology sent a ripple of suppressed laughter through the students. Who else could declare their being late with such audacity?

gaze shifting away from Freya as he continued the lesson, seemingly

leave her body in shock. Since when had Freya become so bold? Gone was the timid and gentle friend she knew, replaced

no stomach for the elite's bluster typically found in

eyes locked on Ronan throughout the class. His

"Class dismissed," in his usual unfazed manner. Seizing the moment, Freya dashed up to him with the urgency

$5 billion, and I secured it for $4 billion. Did I make a profit

rare crack in his stoic

the seventh floor. Once there, he swiftly pulled Freya inside,

Dawson, what's this about?" he demanded, his

their minimal interactions,

going to answer my question