Chapter 158 Unfounded Criticisms

Freya’s brow furrowed as Abigail thrust an invitation card into her hands. Was Nathaniel planning to invite her to his wedding?

She would have to attend, of course.

Nathaniel’s voice on the other end of the phone was flat, almost du. commanded, before abruptly ending the call.

cet me in my office,” he

With a sigh, Freya gathered her laptop from the desk in front of her. Instead of returning to the Design Department to drop off her computer, she headed straight for the elevator.

Whenever Nathaniel summoned her at the office, it was never about personal matters. He would undoubtedly want to discuss the recent planning and design for East Seaville. Conveniently, she had a basic sketch saved on her computer that she could show him.

Upon reaching the 28th floor, Freya exited the elevator and made her way to Nathaniel’s office.

Each visit to this place filled her with a sense of dread.

The weight of the past was too heavy here, every corner seemed to bear the imprint of her father.

office, took a deep breath to steady her

the

Freya gently pushed open the door and stepped inside. Behind

and met Freya’s composed gaze, he felt an unexpected surge of panic.

arrived at the office that day to discover that Abigail had been distributing wedding invitations throughout the company. He had agreed to

great deal to their family, and with Uncle Michael seemingly alone in his final days,

news so quickly, even distributing invitations at his company.

he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with

long Abigail had been waiting for this wedding, but her enthusiasm

excessive.

person he thought of upon hearing the news was Freya. He felt a

gestured to the leather sofa

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her, his heart filled with frustration. Hadn’t she

when he “Happy” printed on it

the golden invitation card

the gut.

his brows furrowing

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