She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 104

Chapter 104 Kristian Was

In A Bad Mood

"She's not here with me," Freya said calmly, her tone cool and even.

"I'm not taking her to the hospital," Felipe replied, one hand tucked casually into his pocket, a mischievous glint

in his eyes. "I just want to talk to her. You don't need to worry."

"She's not here with me," Freya repeated without flinching.

Felipe sighed, as if trying to prove a point. "I didn't bring any bodyguards or assistants. Just calone."

"She left Jeucwell this morning," Freya stated bluntly, unbothered by his reaction.

Felipe's relaxed demeanor disappeared. His expression hardened. "Where did she go?"

"I don't know."

"| don't believe you."

"Believe whatever you want." Freya shrugged and turned to head inside. "After what happened last night, do you

really think she'd still be here?"

Her words struck deep. Felipe froze, suddenly realizing she was serious.

Without another word, he rushed off and immediately called his assistant. "Find out which flight Farrah booked

today!"

About ten minutes later, his phone rang.

"From this morning till now, Mrs. Yates bought tickets for seven different flights," the assistant reported, tone

steady as always. "Destinations include..."

Felipe's chest tightened. He understood immediately-Farrah was trying to throw him off her trail.

"Narrow it down. Focus on flights between nine and ten," he ordered.

Freya had only just returned. If she had gone to see Farrah off, the flight had to be before ten. She wouldn't have

lingered at the airport for hours.

The flight between nine and ten must be the one that Farrah took.

"Between nine and ten, only Braacfast and Chisas," cthe swift response.

"Check both places. We must find Farrah," Felipe snapped, feeling the sting of betrayal. She really ran away from

him?

But Freya had expected this.

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Chapter 104 Kristian Was In A Bad Mood

She had already sent Farrah off on a 7 a.m. flight. If not for the required flight plan, she would have booked a

private jet instead, leaving no trace. And Felipe still had no idea that Farrah had gone to Alerith.

While his assistant followed up, Felipe, frustrated and on edge, drove straight to the Shaw Group office.

Ever since Kristian brought up divorce, things had been spiraling out of control. And Felipe was starting to think

Kristian had jinxed his life.

As he stepped into the company's top floor, the tension hit him immediately. The atmosphere was stiff,

especially around the secretarial department. Everyone seemed overly cautious, moving on eggshells.

"Gerard," Felipe called, spotting Gerard hovering outside an office, arms full of documents.

Gerard jumped in surprise. When he saw Felipe, he let out a breath and managed a polite smile.

"Why does everyone look like they're about to be fired?" Felipe asked, casual but clearly curious.

"Nothing special," Gerard replied quickly, hiding the truth. Their boss had been in

a terrible mood all day. None of them dared go near him. "Did you need something?"

"Cto see Kristian. He's in?"

"Yes, he's in."

"Great," Felipe said, stepping toward the office.

"Mr. Yates!" Gerard called after him.

Felipe paused. "What?"

Gerard hesitated. "Just... maybe don't provoke him today. He's not in the best mood."

Felipe smirked. "Perfect. Neither am I."

The secretaries all fell silent.

"Gerard, maybe you should take the files in first," someone whispered. "If Mr. Yates goes in like that, things will

just explode."

Others nodded in agreement.

Gerard stood frozen, regretting everything. He wanted to go, but given Kristian's current state, he didn't dare. He

regretted not getting the files signed earlier before sharing the information he had found.

"If I'd just sent these in earlier..." he muttered to himself, face pale with worry. "Now look what's happening.

No one blamed him aloud. But everyone knew the real issue-those managers had sent the documents way too

late

Inside the office, Kristian was reviewing sdocuments. At the top of the page was Ashley's name.

He skimmed the documents, his eyes growing colder with each word.

She had, in fact, been admitted to the hospital she'd mentioned. The records matched-check-ins, payments,

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everything.

But the surveillance footage told another story. Ashley hadn't been anywhere near

the hospital during the days she claimed. Instead, she had appeared in other places entirely.

Just then, the door burst open.

Kristian looked up, his face hardening, ready to lash out. But it was Felipe who walked in, brows raised, looking

amused. "Your assistant toldyou're in a bad mood."

Kristian said nothing. He didn't recall ever saying he was in a bad mood.

"Thought I'd drop in and hear what's bothering you. Might makefeel better about my own problems," Felipe

joked, making himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed.

Kristian didn't answer. He had no tfor small talk.

He needed to confront Ashley-face to face.

"Not talking? Fine, I'll guess. Is it the divorce? Feeling hesitant now that it's actually happening?"

Kristian's hand froze over his mouse on hearing those words.

The word "divorce" sank into his chest like a stone. Thoughts of Freya flooded in-

her smile, her quiet strength, their highs and lows, every argument, every shared moment.

"Looks like | was right," Felipe said, watching him closely. He stood and approached the desk.

But Kristian had already shut down his computer, grabbed his phone and coat,

and was heading for the door. He needed to confront Ashley and get to the bottom

of things.

Felipe tried to stop him in his tracks, but Kristian gave him no room. He had to chase after Kristian. "Hey! It was

just a joke! You're really that upset?"

Kristian stopped, his eyes unreadable.

"Your wife helped my wife leave the city, and | didn't take it out on you. Why give