The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 212

"Ms. Dawson, please have a seat." Preston extended a hand toward Freya, a gesture of courteous invitation.

Freya glanced at the dining table before her, where a T-bone steak sat, its juices oozing out, leaving her with no appetite.

"Mr. Tyler, I'm not hungry." To be precise, she didn't feel the need for dinner.

Save for the occasional social engagement, she preferred not to eat in the evenings.

Preston sat across from her, his slender fingers resting on the table and casually swirling the wine glass as he spoke, "Do you know what became of the last person who tried to pry into my thoughts?" Freya remained silent.

"I don't take kindly to people who try to outsmart me and think they can see through me. I chose to collaborate with you, Ms. Dawson, instead of eliminating you. You should consider yourself lucky." "Well then, I'm... overwhelmingly grateful," Freya said, her smile forced and unconvincing.

She had good intentions, attempting to broker a partnership between Preston and Eloise. But Preston had dragged her into a mess. What did Preston see in her, anyway?

was the sole heiress to the Harwood family, the connections and wealth she inherited were considerable. Audrey might have picked Eloise as

of looks, Eloise was notably attractive, a celebrated beauty in Echo City,

had fallen for Eloise

sincerity, Eloise had offered a piece of land worth

everything was off-kilter in this life except for Johanna and her

her temples wearily. "Mr. Tyler, I hope

to reconsider," Preston interjected,

Freya hesitated, "I... I..."

to cross me if you were

aware of Preston's reputation. He was from the underworld, ruthless, lawless, and unreasonable. Dealing with someone like him

Freya had no other choice. She couldn't watche Preston, this big fish, slip through her fingers and into Eloise's hands. Otherwise, history would repeat itself, and she'd

How could I possibly be afraid of someone as friendly as you?" Freya said while internally rolling her eyes at herself. 'Freya, oh Freya, you didn't learn much from your past life, but you've become