Chapter 151 Mr. Morgan’s Displeasure

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Freya could tell from his glance that Mr. Morgan was seething with anger, and she knew she should brace herself for the worst.

Ms. Lovett, standing at the foot of the stairs with a tray of tea, glanced at Freya, her lips moving as if to speak, but no words came out.

Mr. Morgan had returned early to Newport Villa that day. The moment he stepped through the door, he inquired about Ms. Gomez’s whereabouts.

Ms. Gomez had been out since morning, her camera slung over her shoulder. Now, it was late, and she was just returning.

Mr. Morgan had been waiting for her in the master bedroom, his dinner untouched. The meal she had prepared had been reheated and served three times, only to be knocked to the floor on the last attempt.

Ms. Lovett didn’t dare to try again. Mr. Morgan had been waiting in the master bedroom for a full five hours, from noon until evening.

“Ms. Gomez…” Ms. Lovett began, glancing at Freya as she held out the tray, “I’ve just prepared dinner. The crepes are fresh from the oven.”

Freya shook her head, and Koen turned away, unable to bear the sight.

With Mr. Morgan in such a state, Ms. Gomez had no appetite for crepes.

it would end in a heated argument. This time,

Ms. Lovett, Freya ascended the stairs and

and the pungent smell of smoke

the threshold, unable to bring herself to

thought back to what Sawyer had said, about her obtaining the tore information that Nathaniel held. It seemed like a far–fetched fantasy, an

thing, but exacting revenge on him

door, then gently pushed it

room was dimly lit, with only a wall lamp and a few decorative lights on the balcony illuminating the tall figure standing there, casting an ominous and uncertain shadow.

tiptoed in, her foot accidentally hitting cups and plates scattered on the plush carpet, food strewn all over the

earlier, so much so that even Ms.

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151 Mr. Morgan’s

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closed the door behind her, the

Nathaniel, maintaining a safe distanc

was outside, she was inside.

through the intricately carved

moved, extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, turning around to cast a cold

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