Chapter 221

Freya offered Preston a smile that was on the warmer side of polite. "I've heard through the grapevine that you have quite the roster of well-trained bodyguards. As luck would have it, I've noticed someone lurking around fifty yards back wherever I go. Mr. Tyler, you get the

picture." Freya left things unsaid.

Preston had his eyes on her, likely brewing some nefarious plan.

But then, Freya found herself in cahoots with Preston, and any chance of getting out was up to his whims.

"Ms. Dawson, do you know what I like most about you?" asked Preston.

Freya snorted, "Oh? I'm all ears and need to kick whatever bad habit that is."

"I admire your smarts, your knack for reading the room, and... well, you're quite the character." Preston's narrow eyes twinkled with mirth, a look that seemed out of place on his chiseled, stoic face.

Freya quickly changed the subject. "Let's cut to the chase, Mr. Tyler. What brings you to me? Surely not to

circle. Kieran did it on purpose, aiming to embarrass her among the elite.

privileged, a playground for trust fund babies. Today, Cindy and Mae started the drama, but Freya knew her life at school was about to get a lot

tried to pull away, but Preston's grip was firm. "We're partners, Ms.

up. "And what would

the best, of course." Preston's lips curved into a slight

had her doubts about Preston's

outside a villa, and Freya followed Preston out of

Garcia Family" emblazoned on the door, she realized it. "Preston! What are

her by the wrist

their wealth didn't stand out in Summit University's affluent circles. The once pristine villa was then a scene of destruction, with shattered glass littering the yard.

we were wrong! Mr. Tyler, spare

on the ground, sobbing and pleading for their lives. The stout man had to be Mae's father, and the

y clothes, her mother

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