The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday

Chapter 252

"Where is Ms. Dawson? How would I know?" Ronan played the innocent card flawlessly.

"You don't know? Then I'll have to send someone to search the place myself," Kieran said, his lips curling with a frosty smirk.

He had seen a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Freya. He refused to believe Freya had suddenly sprouted wings and flown away.

As Kieran approached the dining table, Jarrett rushed over, looking anxious, "Mr. Sutton, Mrs. Sutton is here!"

Hearing that, Kieran paused mid-step.

Unfazed, Ronan retorted, "Mr. Sutton, we're both prominent figures in Echo City despite the rumors of our discord. If you're seeking to embarrass me, this excuse seems far-fetched. After all, sneaking around with Mr. Sutton's ex-fiancée for a scandalous headline sounds a bit cliché, doesn't it?"

Kieran's brows knitted deeper, and Jarrett jumped in, "Mr. Sutton, Mrs. Sutton's pressing you to join her. And getting into it with Mr. Beckett here at Taste Terrace ain't smart. Maybe..."

After a tense stare-down with Ronan and spotting the smug look in his eyes, Kieran's demeanor turned even colder as he decisively said, "Let's go."

Kieran as he strode away. Her high heels made it difficult to keep pace. Showing no intention of waiting, Kieran quickened his steps, leaving Flavia trailing him, her

they were gone, Ronan tapped on the

hiding spot beneath the table, her legs covered in bruises, exacerbated by

in such a comical situation, Ronan said, "I'll have someone escort you out the back door unnoticed." Through gritted

had the

Kieran earlier but

with his lengthy speech, evidently

that moment, a waiter approached Freya. "Ms. Dawson,

Kieran might take an unpredictable

Freya nodded. "Thank you."

The waiter

through a discreet

the Four Seasons, designed for

requiring privacy.

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