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?

even though Eloise was the sole heiress to the Harwood family, the connections and wealth she inherited were considerable. Audrey might have picked Eloise as her granddaughter-in-law if not for the bad blood between the Harwood

was notably attractive, a

a past life, Preston had fallen for Eloise

a piece of land worth a billion for free. And Preston

everything was off-kilter in this life

rubbed her temples wearily. "Mr. Tyler, I

to reconsider," Preston interjected, raising an eyebrow.

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

than to cross

reputation. He was from the underworld, ruthless, lawless, and unreasonable.

Freya had no other choice. She couldn't watche Preston, this big fish, slip through

internally rolling her eyes at herself.