She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Haven't You Already Figured That Out

Gerard flicked a glance at Kristian through the rearview mirror before speaking, his tone light but pointed. "If

you're this hesitant to let Ms. Briggs go, why don't you just ask her to stay?"

Kristian shot back with a cool retort, "Do you think | need your advice?"

If simply asking her to stay could've solved anything, he would've done it ages ago.

Gerard scratched the bridge of his nose and kept driving, choosing not to push further.

"Didn't you mention Melvin was working as an assistant somewhere else?" Kristian finally had the mind to dig

into the situation. "How did he end up hovering around Freya?"

"I don't know the specifics," Gerard admitted without hesitation. "He said his boss went on vacation, so now

he's helping Ms. Briggs out part-time."

"Would you really take a part-tgig if you were in his position?" Kristian's gaze sharpened, and his voice

dropped slightly.

Gerard caught the chill in his expression and answered plainly, "No."

If his boss was off on vacation, he'd be taking it easy too.

The paycheck would still land in his account regardless, and besides, Melvin wasn't strapped for cash-he'd

been squirreling money away for years, so he wasn't hurting financially.

"Then why would Melvin be working part-tfor Freya?" Kristian's suspicion deepened.

Gerard hesitated. How the hell was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't just blurt out that Melvin had a

thing for Freya and was hoping to win her over by working close to her, could he?

Kristian waited and waited. But when no answer came, a line appeared between his brows. "Speak."

"What else could it be, if not because he's in love with her?" Gerard finally said, his heart beating a little faster.

"Haven't you already figured that out?"

"It's not that." Kristian wasn't reacting emotionally-his head was clear.

If it was really just about having a crush on her, there were better ways to get

close to her. Being her assistant

would barely give him any face tbeyond delivering tasks.

Gerard blinked, thrown off. "Then what is it?"

"Could Freya actually be his boss?" Kristian voiced the thought that had been bothering him.

Gerard looked mildly surprised. "I considered that before, but it doesn't add up."

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"Why not?"

"Melvin said his boss went on vacation again, but Ms. Briggs has been working this whole time."

"Again?" Kristian caught on instantly.

"Yeah. His boss took a two-year vacation before, and Melvin got two years off with full pay. He just got back to

work recently," Gerard explained the situation.

After a pause, he added, "If you went on a two-year break, would you letdo the swith pay?"

"You must be dreaming." Kristian replied flatly.

Gerard fell silent. He figured as much. Bosses like Melvin's didn't caround often.

"Find out where Melvin used to work," Kristian instructed, more convinced now that Freya might be involved.

Gerard wasn't thrilled but had no choice. "Alright."

The car kept rolling.

Eventually, Gerard dropped Kristian off at home.

At the stime, Freya got into Frederick's car.

The moment she sat down, Frederick started running his mouth. "Freya, didn't you already divorce Kristian? Why

are you still tangled up with him? Oh, and is what Trent said true? About that man showing up? Freya, why aren't

you saying anything?" He'd gone on for a bit without a peep from her, so he finally paused to ask.

"You've fired off so many questions-how am | supposed to know which one to answer first?" Freya said, her tone

relaxed. She felt at ease around him.

Frederick kept one hand on the wheel and looked a bit sheepish.

He let the earlier topic drop and pivoted. "By the way, have you heard about the Captain?"

"What happened to him?" Freya immediately perked up at the mention.

Her mind instinctively jumped to the last tshe called the Captain-back then, it had been a way to cool

down.

Frederick gave her a look. "You really don't know?"

Freya raised a brow. "Know what?"

"Never mind." Frederick swallowed whatever he was about to say. "Forget | said anything."

"A supercar," she commented.

"Freya, this isn't about the car."

"Two limited edition supercars."

Frederick hesitated. "Trent said not to tell you yet."

"Three."

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"The Captain is coming back."

Freya snapped to attention, sitting upright. "Where did you hear that?"

"From Trent," Frederick replied, then gave her the full scoop. "He didn't tell you? | thought he was messing

with me."

Freya's stomach tightened.

The Captain was returning? Could it be to settle the score with her?

"What's wrong?" Frederick asked as he drove into his complex and pulled into the

parking lot.

Freya rubbed her temples, a faint trace of worry in her eyes. "Nothing."

She got out of the car with him.

After they went upstairs, she calmed herself with a glass of water. Standing by the

bar, she looked over at Frederick lounging on the sofa. "Did Trent say when the Captain's coming back?"

"Nope." Frederick shook his head.

Freya set down her glass, lost in thought. "Text him and ask."

Frederick, sharp enough to catch on, said, "Freya."

"Yes?"

"Did you do something wrong?" His tone was serious now.

"No." Freya took another sip, feigning composure. "Just curious."

"Really?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do," he said without hesitation.

Freya gave a nod and signaled for him to message Trent.

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She figured that if Frederick called, Trent might catch on and say something he shouldn't-especially since he

could easily be swayed.

Following her lead, Frederick pulled out his phone and typed out a message.

"When exactly is the Captain coming back?"

Trent responded with a question. "Why the sudden interest?"

Frederick replied quickly, "Thinking of throwing a welcparty for him."

But after sending the message, the screen stayed silent.

Frederick's heart pounded, and he instinctively looked over at Freya. "Why isn't he

replying?"

Freya shook her head. She didn't know either.

Not long after, Trent called.

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Frederick nearly jumped, nerves spiking "It's... it's Trent."

"Pick up," Freya said calmly. "Keep your cool. Don't let anything slip"

Frederick inhaled a few times to steady himself, then answered and put the call on speaker. "Hey, Trent."

"That question just now-did Mina put you up to it?" Trent's voice cthrough, low and direct. It sounded like a

question, but it wasn't really one. Frederick glanced at Freya instinctively. Had Trent already figured it out?

Freya took the phone from Frederick, her voice cool and even. "It's really hard to

get secrets out of someone

who knowstoo well."

It was said that the one who knew you best wasn't yourself-it was your enemy.

But for Freya, the people who understood her most were Trent and the Captain.

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