She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Freya Was Being Held Against Her...

Freya was blissfully ignorant of the fact that she had becthe subject of whispered admiration between

Gerard and her assistant.

As the shrill ring of her phone pierced the air, she cast a quick glance at it, her expression shifting subtly when.

she noticed the incoming message from Gerard.

Kristian, ever observant, caught the slight change in her face and quickly snatched the phone from her grasp.

His features contorted into a scowl as he read Gerard's message.

That treacherous snake! He silently vowed that Gerard could wave goodbye to any hopes of a bonus this year.

"Done reading?" Freya's voice broke through his thoughts.

Kristian gripped the phone more firmly, fully intending to toss it back to her, but his thumb accidentally brushed

the screen, pulling up the message homepage.

He noticed two contacts pinned at the top, Ethel, and a group chat labeled "Seven Little Warriors".

The conversation with Ethel was frozen on a playful emoji, while the group chat was abuzz, continuously

updating with new messages from someone named Fred.

Kristian's eyebrows knitted together as he scrolled further down, stopping at a conversation from the previous

day with Trent.

The message screen displayed just two simple words-"Good night."

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Kristian was suddenly gripped by the need to sift through Trent's messages,

eager to uncover the depth of their conversation and the reason behind their intimate goodnight exchanges.

Who had sent the goodnight message? Was it Freya to Trent, or the other way around?

Swept up by a whirlwind of emotions, he reached out to open Trent's chat.

But just as his fingers brushed against the screen, Freya swiftly reclaimed her phone, preventing him from

catching even a fleeting glimpse of the contents.

With another swift motion, she turned off the screen and fixed Kristian with a look of stern criticism. "It is one

thing to abandon your character and wit, but to forsake even the simplest of courtesies? How could you snoop

through others’ private messages without a shred of permission?" Her words cut through the tension like

knife

"What were your exchanges with Trent about?" Kristian demanded, his voice a chilling blend of frost and

accusation

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Freya met his gaze defiantly. "That is strictly between Trent and me."

"Letsee," Kristian insisted, cloaking his demand in a veneer of moral urgency,

yet internally conflicted about his assertive stance. "I have reason to believe you're divulging confidential details

about Shaw Group to

him."

"Teel free to call the police," Freya responded, her tone dripping with nonchalance.

stung by her indifference, Kristian's frustration boiled over. "Freya!" he called out, his voice echoing a mix of

desperation and anger.

"How many times must | remind you?" Freya asked, her voice a serene contrast

to her words. "Going to the police is undoubtedly the wisest choice. They'll steer you correctly."

"I might just handle it myself if you keep pushing." Kristian declared, his tone bordering on audacious.

"Only you could dress up rudeness and make them sound classy." Freya shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Freya Briggs!" Kristian exclaimed sharply. "Looking for a fight?" Freya responded, her words sharp and provoking

Kristian's fists tightened at his sides, his stance rigid. The air around him grew charged, enough to make anyone

else go stiff with unease.

He struggled to connect the fierce figure standing before him with the gentle person he once knew.

"Having to hide your true self and feign gentleness for the past two years must have been exhausting," he

sneered, his words dripping with scorn.

"Isn't it the sfor you, masquerading as someone caring?" Freya retorted sharply.

Kristian's breath grew labored. Had it not been for his family's fondness for Freya, he would have made sure she

was utterly isolated after the divorce.

"You ought to feel fortunate that my grandpa thinks so highly of you," he said bitterly, oblivious to the impact of

his words. "Otherwise, | would make you pay ten times over for what you did to Ashley."

"And you should feel fortunate your grandpa thinks so highly of you," Freya echoed, turning his words against

him. "Otherwise, you'd already be shark bait if | wanted it that way."

Their gazes locked.

After this heated moment, Kristian ceased speaking to her and exited the villa. Freya found herself confined

within its walls by his orders.

With ruthless strategy, Kristian had all the chargers removed from the premises, his clear intent being to cut off

her communication by rendering her phone useless.

Freya offered no protest.

She powered down her phone, casually flung it onto the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

She resolved to reactivate it only when she felt the need to reach out to someone. Before powering it down, she

quickly texted Frederick to inform him that she would be off the grid for a few days, just in case someone

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might start to worry.

However, she hadn't foreseen that Lionel would fret over her sudden silence.

The day after Kristian's departure, worried that Freya was isolated without provisions, he asked Gerard to

arrange for meal deliveries to the villa

That was when Gerard discovered that Freya was actually being held against her will

He confronted Kristian about it. "Sir, even though you are still Ms. Briggs's

husband now, holding her against her will is still unlawful. You...

"Exactly whose assistant are you?" Kristian interjected sharply.

"Yours, of course," Gerard responded, his loyalty unwavering

"Why must you take her side all the time?" Kristian demanded sharply.

"I'm merely trying to stop you from making a grave mistake," Gerard replied with a serious tone. "You've kept her

locked away for a full day and night. You do realize that holding someone against their will for more than six

hours is technically a crime?*

"Utter another word and you'll be out of a job," Kristian snapped.

Gerard opened his mouth to respond, but in the end, he chose silence.

He went on to order a meal, had it delivered discreetly, and then confidentially relayed the entire ordeal to

Lionel. The thought of his idol in distress was unbearable.

"Sorry, boss,” he muttered under his breath. Though professionally aligned with his employer, his moral and

legal compass pointed firmly towards Freya.

It didn't take long before Lionel knew everything.

Receiving the news from an unlikely source, his grandson's assistant, Lionel remained composed and planned to

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contact Freya for confirmation.

Once it was confirmed she'd been held, he was prepared to ensure Kristian suffered the repercussions.

Despite repeated attempts, Freya's phone was unreachable, which only heightened Lionel's worry. His beloved

Freya trapped by the likes of Kristian was unthinkable.

Without a moment's delay, he instructed his driver to drive him straight to Kristian's villa

While on his way, he didn't miss the opportunity to reprimand Kristian over the phone, causing the latter to

abandon his current tasks and rush back, seething at Gerard's interference.

The bodyguards at the villa exchanged wary looks as Lionel approached, their whispered conversations filled

with urgency

"Why has he chere?"

"Do we need to stop him?"

"Are you out of your mind? That's our employer's grandfather!"

"So, what's our next move?"

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"Let's just pretend we didn't see him."

"Letin," Lionel commanded, his voice resonant and commanding as he

leaned heavily on his cane.

Without hesitation, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and swung the door open. "Yes, sir," he said, nodding

respectfully.

The remaining bodyguards stood frozen, confusion etched on their faces Weren't they supposed to act like they

hadn't noticed him?

As the door creaked open, Lionel stepped inside and immediately noticed Freya seated at a table, picking at a

dish that seemed particularly unappealing.

A pang of distress hit him. "Freya..." he murmured softly, his voice filled with

concern.

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