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?

Freya as he continued the lesson, seemingly unfazed

shock. Since when had Freya become so

elite's bluster typically found in lectures, Luna discreetly

in the front row, her eyes locked on Ronan throughout the class. His occasional glances in her direction only seemed to strengthen

class ended, Ronan glanced at his watch and announced, "Class dismissed," in his usual unfazed manner. Seizing the moment, Freya dashed up to him with the urgency of a

at $300 million. My research shows it's worth $5 billion, and I secured it for $4 billion. Did I make a profit or suffer a

tightened, a rare

leading the way to a secluded lounge on the seventh floor. Once there, he swiftly pulled Freya inside, pinning her against the wall with an intensity that made her heart

Dawson, what's this about?" he

Despite their minimal interactions, she hadn't anticipated Ronan's awareness of

Beckett, aren't you going to answer