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"What are you waiting for? Dig in," Ellis remarked casually, catching sight of Freya standing motionless beside

the table.

For the first time, Freya found the simple act of eating to be an arduous task.

Her thoughts weighed so heavily on her that each bite felt delayed, her appetite dulled beneath the burden.

Ellis glanced over at the dishes-ones he considered rather decent-and asked, "Not quite your taste?" "They're

fine," Freya answered, her voice quiet.

Basic etiquette dictated that a guest shouldn't nitpick their host's food. Besides, she had never been particularly

fussy to begin with.

"Ethel was only teasing earlier," she said after a slight pause. "You really don't need to factorin when you

cook next time. Just make whatever you feel like."

Ellis raised an eyebrow in response. He set his utensils down and turned his gaze toward her.

Freya braced herself and met his eyes, feeling a ripple of discomfort stir within her under his silent scrutiny- even

though she was no longer under training.

"Freya," Ellis said her nwith an unhurried lilt.

Freya blinked, puzzled. "Hmm?"

"Less overthinking. More eating," he said, half exasperated, half amused.

Freya stared at him, confused.

What exactly was he implying?

She considered asking, but one glance at his expression-apathetic and clearly unwilling to elaborate-made her

hold her tongue.

"Captain," Freya began, her mind already calculating the complications that might arise later. If she had to

remain on guard for Ellis's tricks on top of everything else, she wasn't sure her brain could handle the load.

Ellis looked at her calmly.

Freya clutched her utensils, unmoving, and asked, "Do you still mean what you said before?"

"What did | say?"

"You promisedsomething when | cback."

Ellis paused, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift. "I stand by it."

"Can you really let go of the fact that | called you to helpcalm down?" Freya kept her expression neutral,

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though her heart thudded faster beneath the surface.

Ellis arched a brow. "When did | ever throw a fit about that?"

"So you're okay with it?"

"Yes."

A quiet breath of relief escaped Freya.

With that weight lifted, her shoulders felt lighter, and her pace quickened ever so slightly as she resumed eating.

Ellis had been about to ask her something, but seeing how heartily she ate now, he reconsidered.

After the meal, Freya offered to do the dishes, but Ellis stepped in and took over. He hadn't invited her just to

make her work.

"Did you find out anything about Kristian and Lawrence?" Ellis asked after clearing up, handing her a glass of

water as he sat down beside her on the sofa.

"Nothing," Freya replied, her tone suddenly more serious. "I plan to go and speak with Lawrence myself."

A flicker of shadow passed through Ellis's gaze.

Freya, still in work mode, decided she should let him know ahead of time. "I've asked Melvin to handle your

assignments. You can reach out to him for anything- he actually knows more about Anita International than |

do."

"Alright," Ellis agreed after a thoughtful pause.

There were still matters he needed to settle here. And though Lawrence could be slippery, he wasn't a malicious

man. Freya would manage.

They sat together a while longer before Freya stood to leave. But instead of diving headfirst into locating

Lawrence, she sent him an email requesting a meeting.

Once it was sent, she decided to freshen up.

As for Lawrence, he had been waiting outside the operating room ever since sending Kristian in for emergency

treatment.

Hours had trickled by without any definitive word, and he was growing more and more agitated-he even began

contemplating the possibility of transferring Kristian back to Freya.

"Mr. Hayes, why the long face?" his assistant asked.

"That's the president of Shaw Group in there," Lawrence replied airily, though the concern in his voice betrayed

him. "If he dies on my watch, both his family and Freya Briggs will ripapart."

More than anything, securing a deal with Kristian had taken tremendous effort. Lawrence had done.

But now the man teetered on the edge of death.

art.

Lawrence felt like he'd been dealt a raw hand.

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Soon, a doctor emerged from behind the doors, a thin sheen of sweat on his

brow.

"How is he?" Lawrence asked immediately.

"His condition is critical," the doctor said plainly. "His body temperature won't stabilize, and he's lost a significant

amount of blood. The bullet is lodged dangerously close to his heart. Extraction would be extremely risky."

"So you're saying there's no hope?" Lawrence asked bluntly.

"Not necessarily," the doctor hesitated. "If you can get in touch with Dr. Jacob Prescott, then there might be a

way."

"Jacob Prescott?" Lawrence stilled.

"Yes."

A deep frown settled on Lawrence's face. He suddenly had the sinking feeling that

he had made a truly poor

trade.

Everyone knew Jacob had a volatile temperament.

Lawrence was the type to lend a hand if the returns were worthwhile. But Jacob?

He acted solely on whims. His ability to snatch lives from death's grip was beyond dispute, but whether he chose

to act was another matter

entirely.

The real problem? Lawrence and Jacob didn't exactly get along.

"If you can't reach Dr. Prescott within twelve hours, even a miracle won't save Kristian Shaw," the doctor

warned.

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“Understood.” Lawrence felt the sting of regret all over again. “Just keep him stable-I'll handle the contact."

With that, he stepped out, phone in hand, pacing the corridor several times before making the call.

It rang twice. Then was abruptly declined.

He called again. Hung up on again.

He kept calling. On the twelfth attempt, the line finally connected, and a cold voice

snapped, "Speak."

"I need you to save someone," Lawrence said flatly, though his tone softened. "Nyour price."

"Not interested." The call cut off like a slap.

Lawrence exhaled slowly, gazing down at the number for a few moments before calling yet again.

Had he been cursed to owe Kristian skarmic debt? This deal had been more costly than he'd imagined.

No matter how many times he tried, Jacob refused to pick up. At spoint,

Lawrence started to wonder why the man hadn't simply blocked his number already.

After more than a dozen ignored calls, Lawrence started firing off messages-but

none received a rep.,

Half an hour later, he was close to despair.

Without Jacob, Kristian was as good as gone.

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Just then, a new email notification lit up on his phone.

Lawrence frowned, ready to dismiss it as junk-until he spotted the sender: K.

K?

All the tension in his face melted away, replaced with relief. How could he have forgotten?

Jacob and K shared a bond unlike any other. Lawrence didn't need to convince Jacob-he only had to persuade K.

And Jacob would always listen to K.

With that realization, Lawrence's frustration finally began to ebb. Using the link in the email, he dialed the

number. It was the only way to reach K-a virtual line, their

sole channel of contact.

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