She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 201

Chapter 201 A Summit Of

The Elite

Freya's statement made Vivien's face burn with shame.

With that single revelation, everyone realized her earlier claims were nothing but a house of cards-crumbling fast

and exposing her deceit. Shtangled with fury in her chest.

She had, in truth, set out to ruin Freya.

"But Grandpa did tellto keep an eye on you," she snapped, unable to bottle up her anger any longer, "and to

make sure you pick someone suitable to marry. After all, getting married a second tisn't exactly a walk in the

park."

The moment those words left her lips, the room fell still-all eyes turned to Freya.

Could it be true? Had Ethel's sister, hidden from the spotlight for so long, actually been married... and divorced?

"Miss Garza, you certainly have a flair for the tic," can easygoing voice.

Trent strolled over, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his scholarly charm on full display. "No matter how

many times Mina marries, there's no shortage of people waiting in line to win her heart."

Freya blinked, caught completely off guard. "What are you doing here?"

Vivien's presence was understandable-she thrived on gatherings like this. And Norah's attendance made sense,

given the nature of the event, which was designed to bring single men and women together.

But Trent? He was not the kind to attend such functions, no matter how much his family pestered him about

marriage.

"I heard you were coming," Trent said, adjusting his glasses with casual grace. "So | made a point of requesting

an invitation."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Mr. Seymour?"

"This event has certainly drawn a lively crowd today."

"Mr. Seymour seems rather familiar with Ms. Briggs, doesn't he? Do they have a close relation "He even said he

cspecifically because she would be here. What do you make of that?"

The atmosphere buzzed with speculation.

Though many present cfrom esteemed families, few could match Trent's pedigree.

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He was a nwhispered with admiration, the kind of man many dreamed of marrying but he had never shown

the slightest interest in anyone. Until now.

Treya, who had been bearing the weight of unwanted attention, suddenly felt the pressure lift. With Trent by her

side, she no longer had to navigate this crowd alone.

True to form, Trent guided her to a quiet corner where she could finally breathe.

Anyone who dared approach to start a conversation was gently, yet firmly, turned away.

To Vivien, this sight was a dagger to the heart.

Why was Freya always the one who drew all the light? Why was even Trent, the ever-elusive gentleman, kind to

her?

Those who had once gathered around Vivien now flocked to Freya, leaving her standing on the outside, watching

the warmth she craved slip further away.

Jealousy took root and spread through her, choking reason like ivy on stone.

Her mind spiraled-Freya had taken everything: her job, her stepfather's favor, her connections.

But Freya, blissfully unaware of Vivien's escalating thoughts, remained calm.

If Vivien had been an ordinary woman-honest and without scheming-Freya might've extended a hand in goodwill.

But from the first moment they met, something about Vivien had rubbed her the wrong way.

"Kristian will be here too," Trent said suddenly.

Freya frowned, puzzled. It wasn't panic in her eyes-just pure bewilderment.

"Damon is bringing him," Trent explained, his tone still even. "They should arrive any minute now."

Outside, in a sleek black car, Kristian sat quietly, his expression unreadable as he glanced at Damon.

"I'll stay here," he said curtly. "Just letknow when it's over.".

"You're coming in with me,” Damon said, unwavering as he tugged at Kristian's

arm.

"I'm not going," Kristian said, firm as iron.

If someone snapped a photo and posted it online, what would Freya think? His presence here could spark rumors

he had no desire to fan.

"If you stay behind, how will | clear my nonce I'm inside?" Damon countered,

still tuping at him with stubborn determination. "For the sake of my reputation, | need you with me-from start to

i,

"If you don't want to go, just say so. It's not rocket science," Kristian replied, unable to understand his friend's

insistence.

"Not everyone has the luxury of choosing who they love," Damon muttered, letting

go of him and leaning back in his seat, frustration written across his face. "My

parents don't supportbeing with Patti. If | skip this

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event, Patti pays the price."

He couldn't be by Patti Smith's side every moment, and he knew too well the

games his parents played.

Sometimes, surface-level compromise was the only option.

Once he gained full control of the Russell Group, he'd draw a line in the sand-and

his parents’ opinions would carry no weight.

But for now, he had to bite the bullet. For Patti.

Kristian sighed, brows drawn tight, but finally stepped out of the car with him.

The moment he walked in, the air changed. All eyes turned toward him.

If Freya and Ethel were prized matches for the city's eligible men, Kristian was their mirror image-an ideal-

husband in the eyes of every ambitious woman.

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With his commanding presence and distinguished background, he stood in a league of his own-even Trent

seemed to dim beside him.

"What kind of day is this turning out to be? The elusive daughter of the Briggs family has made an appearance.

Mr. Seymour from the Seymour Group is here, and now Kristian Shaw of the Shaw Group has just walked in!"

"Isn't this supposed to be just a casual singles gathering? Why does it suddenly feel like a summit of the elite?"

"The real question is-what brings Mr. Shaw and Mr. Seymour here of all places?"

"Who knows."

Whispers swirled through the crowd like wind through trees, each guest eager to approach Kristian, yet held

back by the frosty aura he exuded.

Kristian caught fragments of their hushed conversations and strode toward the woman who had just spoken.

The young lady's breath caught in her throat; nerves danced in her chest.

Kristian Shaw was standing right in front of her!

"You said the daughter of Hugh Briggs is here?" Kristian asked, his gaze turning sharp and unreadable, his voice

calm but steady. "Is her nFreya?" "Y-Yes," she stammered, nodding so hard it was a wonder her head stayed

on. "It's Freya Briggs."

Kristian gave a small nod and walked off with Damon in that direction.

As they moved, Damon glanced sideways and ventured a bold guess. "Is Freya your ex-wife?"

Kristian didn't answer.

"No wonder you hadlook into whether Ethel had a sister,” Damon remarked, now eyeing with piqued

interest. "Wait-you actually married her without knowing who her family was?"

Kristian shot him a look that was part glare, part weary tolerance.

"You're something else," Damon said with a half-smile, his tone walking a fine line between jest and sincerity. "If |

were Freya's kin, I'd have given you a hard tfor making such a rash decision."

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"If you keep running your mouth, I'll turn around and walk out," Kristian warned, clearly not in the mood for

Damon's commentary.

He had asked Freya about her family once they'd married, and he'd even suggested they pay them a visit. But

Freya had declined, brushing the idea aside.

She'd told him, plainly and firmly, that she had married him for her own reasons and that she preferred to keep

her family far removed from it all.

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