She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 83

Chapter 83 Walking Into A Trap

Stepping out of the building, Kristian slid into his car with a sigh. As he settled into the driver's seat, he pulled

out his phone and dialed Gerard's number. He needed Gerard to dig into whatever Ashley was hiding-

He had his doubts-he always did about people who had deceived him in the past. Trust was not easily rebuil On

the other end, Gerard, already knee-deep in inquiries about Charlie, raised his eyebrows at the new assignment.

He couldn't help but think his hard work warranted a better paycheck. "Really? Are we digging into Miss

Bradley's affairs now? Wasn't she the one Kristian's in love with? Wasn't Kristian ready to leave his we just to be

with that woman? What was there to look into?

Just cut the chatter and follow my orders," Kristian snapped back, his voice icy as the evening air creeping

through the car windows. "Start by checking when she was hospitalized, then see where she really was during

those days*

Even with hospital records proving her admission, it would be pointless if her whereabouts didn't align

A normal person wouldn't find themselves tethered to a hospital bed without good

reason.

Lenting out a deep sigh, Gerard responded, "Understood."

Ageing was his only option-Kristian was the one signing his paychecks.

Ending the call, Kristian tossed his phone beside a stack of documents on the passenger seat, his thoughts

swirling with recent betrayals and unresolved questions.

tmotions fupped at him like a relentless tide.

Be considered messaging the group chat to convene a meeting with his friends, but with Zander off joining a Siis

crew, that left only one other. He dialed Felipe, who picked up amidst the clinking of glasses and muffled

laughter of a lively bar How Felipe's voice cut through the background noise, tinged with surprise. "Yes," stan

replied, his tone devoid of warmth.

Feiger's voice carried a mellow warmth as he spoke. "I can't make it. Norah just got back, and I'm still with her

Why don't you cover instead?"

King rise's gathering just wasn't Kristian's style.

However, today had been one rollercoaster after another, he felt a pressing need to escape the confines of his

45 Sterned, he got the address and didn't waste a second before hitting the road.

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Mende, on Freya's side, she had just powered down her computer, marking the end of another grueling

workday, when her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Trent.

"Mina, | need you. Room 520, Imperial Hotel. Please come."

Puzzled, she quickly replied, "What's going on?"

The silence that followed Trent's unread messages tightened a knot of worry in her stomach. With no tto

spare, she snatched her phone and hailed the first cab she found, anxiety nudging her every second.

The cab ride seemed endlessly long, stretching over an hour.

Upon arriving, she rushed to Trent's door and knocked on it urgently. Silence answered her,

"Trent? Trent, open the door! It's me, Trent!" she called out, her voice blending with the sound of her knocks.

When no one answered, she kept knocking and pulled out her phone to call him.

Just then, her call connected, and she heard a familiar ringtone echoing from inside the room. It was

unmistakably Trent's.

In that charged moment, her heart clenched with a rising tide of worry. Beyond his role as a luminary in the legal

world, Trent was the designated heir to the influential yet notoriously faction-ridden Seymour family. His past was

littered with perilous confrontations, often finding himself targeted due to his heritage. This time, he had

ventured to Jeucwell without the usual retinue of bodyguards or aides, his only companions being staff from the

local branch.

The thought sent shivers of unease down Freya's spine, her anxiety mounting with each passing second.

"Trent!" Her voice echoed a bit more desperately through the corridor.

Just as she reached out to the front desk for assistance in breaching the stubborn door, it swung open abruptly.

Heart pounding, Freya hastened into the engulfing darkness of the room, guided only by the dim light of her

phone.

"Trent?" she called out tentatively, her voice a soft tremor in the pitch-black void. Without warning, a figure

lunged, a bat swinging menacingly towards her head. Instincts honed by necessity, Freya's hand shot up in

defense, snatching the weapon mid-air. With a fluid, practiced motion, she twisted the bat free and flung her

assailant over her shoulder.

The blow landed with a sharp thud, followed by a cry of pain from the floor.

Freya abruptly realized she had walked into a trap.

The revelation hit her when Trent called her "Mina", her childhood nickname. This familiar term had initially

disarmed her suspicions, as only a select few in Alerith- childhood friends and certain family members-knew

it well

The notion of someone masquerading as Trent had never crossed her mind

With a swift move, she stepped on the hand of the assailant and demanded in an icy tone, "Who are you, and

where is Trent?"

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Beneath her, the assailant squirmed and wailed, "Captain! Help me!" His voice was twisted with agony. "Ah! |

can't take it-it hurts like hell!"

The desperate cries resonated through the air, and suddenly, the curtains were yanked away, unleashing a

cascade of bright sunlight into the room. This sudden burst of light forced everyone to instinctively cover their

eyes.

In that fleeting second of vulnerability, the hidden assailants launched another assault on Freya.

They seized the opportunity, exploiting the brief blindness as eyes struggled to adjust from dark to light-a

natural human reflex to shield oneself from abrupt illumination.

Amid the chaos, a bat aimed for Freya, but with remarkable reflexes, she caught it effortlessly.

The assailant holding the bat stood frozen in shock.

Everyone else stared in shock, mouths hanging open.

Goddamn it! What the hell? How on earth did this happen? How the fuck did she pull that off? Wouldn't anyone

else need to blink, maybe flinch a little in that light?

And seriously, how did she catch something moving that fast and not feel a thing?

"lI won't ask again. Tellyour name, who you're working for, and where Trent is." Freya's voice was ice-cold,

her grip on the bat tightening as she surveyed the group of bewildered men in the room.

Scanning the room with a keen eye, she quickly deduced that they were likely bodyguards, probably employed

by a local security firm.

Dressed in identical black suits, every one of them held a bat ready for action. However, their skills were

noticeably lacking.

The six men instinctively turned their gazes towards their team leader, their eyes wide with uncertainty. "Should

we tell her? She's a force to be reckoned with."

"Do you really think we'd tell you everything just because you asked?" the leader,

a tall, lean man, retorted sharply. "Have we no pride at all?"

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Tim Baur, the bodyguard pinned under Freya's foot, was utterly stunned. Harry Black, who felt the unyielding

grip of Freya on his bat, was equally taken aback.

Both cast desperate glances at their leader. Couldn't their leader have waited until they were no longer at

Freya's mercy before making such defiant declarations? Suddenly, Tim let out a piercing scream. "Ouch, it really

hurts!"

Harry trembled, caught in a whirl of fear. What was his best move now? Would begging for mercy be his only way

out now?

"Cap. Captain. His voice cracked as he spoke, his throat dry with apprehension. This was the first the truly

felt the gravity of such a mission. He glanced up, his eyes wide with worry. "Could we possibly ensure our safety

first before you continue negotiations with her? It feels like we're being left to fend for ourselves here."

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Chapter 83 Walking Into A Trap

Tim immediately chimed in, his tone laced with urgency, "That's right-I'm with you on that."

Freya, caught off guard, struggled to find the right words. Who the hell hired these morons? Were they all

amateurs?

"Are you out of your mind?" the leader snapped at Harry, his patience wearing thin. "She's holding onto your bat,

not clasping your hand. Just let it go already!"

The crowd of onlookers nodded emphatically, their voices merging into a unified chorus. "Let go, Harry."

"But..." Harry's protest was feeble, his voice trailing off as he gulped down his fear. "If | release it, she'll take the

bat. She's intimidating enough without a weapon. With it, aren't we just signing our own defeat?"

A heavy silence fell over the group.

Freya remained speechless, unable to formulate a response.

Clearing his throat to regain control of the situation, the leader issued a firm

directive. "Then keep a grip on it until we've completed the mission." "Remember, for the sake of our team spirit,

a true sacrifice is sometimes necessary."

"Don't give up, Harry. We're right here with you."

Each teammate joined in, offering words of encouragement to bolster his resolve.

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