Chapter 9 Lost in the Moment

Freya was supposed to take leave for the day, but she insisted on going to Red Shift to work despite Peyton stopping her.

She should not be laying down on the bed resting while Peyton was out there working hard; she could not always depend on her to pay off her mother’s hospital bill.

It would be shameless to do so; she might have done a little favor for Peyton before, but Peyton had repaid her more than enough. She was now the one in debt to Peyton.

She was in the changing room, and she opened the cabinet to take out her work dress. She took a deep breath and brushed her hair. She was about to take off her clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She overheard people gossiping out there.

“Did you hear? Emma, the actress, has gone crazy after being disfigured by Mr. Reeves. She was being sent back to her hometown.”

“There was footage of her being promiscuous all around the internet!”

“Where is it? Show it to me!”

“It’s been banned online, so it can’t be found now.” “Her career is totally ruined.”

“Then, is Mr. Reeves being caught for his crime?”

“Yes, and he is also being sued for the case of the young university girl. I think he’ll be heavily sentenced!”

“The Reeves family is rich; he won’t be sentenced heavily!”

“Ha! It was said that the Reeves family was gone; their stock crashed. No one can save him now!”

Freya was slightly taken aback upon hearing their conversation. Is it possible that someone is out to get me? But who am I to expect such things at this moment? I’m unworthy for anyone to do so for me.

But the two of them got what they deserved.

After packing up her things, she walked out. Everyone stopped talking when they saw her.

They only continued to speak once she left the changing room.

“It’s rumored that Mr. Reeves and Emma got into trouble because of her.”

protect such a cheap and ugly woman like

her? Maybe he likes this

looking back. When she almost arrived at the entrance of the Red Shift,

come here for a

toward Della, not knowing why she

looked at her and felt strange; she

have to be the usher

was stunned, but she was relieved. Being

you, Ms. Cruz; I’ll get changed and

that either.” She glanced at her and said, “You don’t have to change; you can go straight to

Freya’s face turned pale.

department” was just a better word for

want to let her go. Is being an usher not insulting enough for me? Now

because of

numb from others humiliating me, but why? Why does he have to do this

does he want me to serve other men? How

lowered her head

that it was impossible for him to let her

same as what happened three

falling in love with such a

life; she could never forgive herself

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softly and patted her shoulder. “C’mon, it’s not good

she walked toward Room 808 numbly. She gently opened the door, and it was unexpectedly quiet. There

was dim and dark; only a few wall lamps were

was leaning against the sofa; he seemed exhausted.

blurred

was Nathaniel;

the cigarette ash in his hand;

she slowly turned around. She then walked toward

behind her

looked at him; all the miserable memories came flowing to her. She was devoured by these

once was as the daughter of the Gomez family.

the cigarette, and he loosened his tie, exposing his delicate

sitting firmly; meanwhile, she was shaking

once the most enviable couple in Saeville? It was a love story between a well-known designer and a strong

both good-looking and came from powerful families. Their engagement banquet was even broadcast

everything had changed. They could not even believe this

but the truth was that he

I was only acting

the bed, he might be making love passionately and fiercely with her, but he never thought of it as love. He saw it as punishing her

father up and cause his death. And then he took over the properties of the Morgan family. And his mother also died miserably

it was impossible for him to love her.

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