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erick and Trent both turned at once, continet, "Wear

A training base | got approved," the explained quietly. "Sweak tren members

train fare too

Frederick looked like he might cry

Looked like more hellish workouts were in his future.

"What did Freya say before she left?" tilis asked.

"Huh?"

"What was she going to do?"

| don't know..." Frederick stammered, eyes darting around at the sudden question

"Way not ask her yourself when she gets back?"

Freys had told him not to breathe a word to Ellis

He had to keep quiet!

Ellis's sharp gaze pinned him in place. “You really don't know?"

"Really... | don't..."

"Hmm?"

"Captain, please! Freya specifically toldnot to tell you" Cracking under

pressure, Frederick finally gas in "If you want to know that badly, ask her! | can't

say

In front of others, he'd never spill Freya's secrets.

But under Ellis's stare, he folded instantly.

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Scrolling through the messages, Freya replied to each one, even Kristian's.

e had barely hit send on the last reply when Kristian's call cthrough. "Where

are you?" he asked.

In the car," she answered coolly, then added, "If anyone asks if you ever helped

Ashley find her phone, just

say you did."

She always made sure everything was flaw less.

Maybe no one would dig that deep-but she wasn't taking chances.

Kristian wanted to ask more, but knowing Freya, he figured she had her reasons. "Alright," he said.

Freya blinked, mildly surprised.

With his personality, wasn't this the part where he started questioning everything?

"Did Ashley really get exposed?" Kristian's concern was obvious.

"No, just ssuspicion," Freya said, her eyes dimming slightly. "As always, act

clueless and go on with life

like normal."

"Okay," Kristian replied.

"That's all," Freya said, wrapping it up. "I'm hanging up."

"Wait," Kristian stopped her.

It had been ages since he had had a proper talk with Freya, and this calm little

exchange somehow eased something in his chest.

Freya's voice was flat. "Anything else?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"I want to see you. Let's have a meal together," he said.

"I'm busy. | gotta go."

This time, she ended the call without a shred of hesitation.

Kristian stared at the dark screen, the usual chill in his eyes replaced by a faint

trace of loneliness.

From the driver's seat, Gerard couldn't help chiming in, "That's not how you ask someone out..."

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Kristian glanced up at him.

"You should book a nice restaurant ahead of time, maybe throw in sflowers,"

Gerard said with a straight face. "Then cup with an excuse to get her there. Wouldn't that work better?"

"She wouldn't like it," Kristian replied without missing a beat.

She didn't want to see him now, didn't even like him.

Doing all that would just make her pull away more.

Gerard offered casually, "She wouldn't dislike it unless she didn't like the one

asking."

istian went quiet.

guy really had a death wish.

You wantto tell Melvin you gaveadvice on chasing after Freya?" Kristian's

icy stare fixed on the back of Gerard's head, irritation sharp in his gaze.

Gerard froze.

Crap!

He'd forgotten all about Melvin's interest in Freya.

"| was just messing around to lift your mood," Gerard said quickly, flashing his

usual grin. "Don't take it

seriously."

Kristian knew Gerard's usual antics and finally said, voice frosty, "Drive." "Yes, sir."

Gerard fell in line and started the car.

On the drive back, he kept sneaking glances at the rearview mirror, catching sight

of his boss sitting in stony silence, eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the

window. A flicker of sympathy stirred in his chest.

Ever since Kristian learned Norah was the one pulling the strings, it was like

something had shifted in him. He looked at things from a whole new angle. After hanging up on Kristian, Freya

wasted no tand called Frederick.

When he saw her npop up, Frederick lit up so much his voice jumped an octave. "Freya!"

Freya didn't say anything.

He barreled on, "Freya, where are you now? Are you back already?"

"In the car," Freya replied bluntly. "You still there?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, I'm heading over now."

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"Okay," Frederick ended the call with a beaming grin.

Wiping the sweat from his face, he rushed to tell Trent and Ellis, "Freya's wrapped

things up and is on her way

back."

Trent glanced between him and Ellis, adjusted his glasses, and kept quiet.

Ellis had been lazily watching Frederick ever since he answered that call like an excited puppy.

Frederick was confused.

What's with this weird vibe?

hy weren't they saying anything?

y do you both look so weird?" Frederick asked, completely lost, as he made his

way over.

just as he grabbed a water bottle, Ellis casually asked, "You close with Freya?"

"Of course!" Frederick answered proudly, missing the trap entirely. "I was the first

to know about her marriage

and divorce-way before Trent and Riley."

Trent coughed softly, hand to his mouth.

Frederick paused mid-sip, concern flickering across his face. "Trent, you feeling

sick?"

"No," Trent replied.

Now Frederick was truly stumped.

What the hell was going on today? Why was Trent acting so strange?

"Let's play a few more rounds," Ellis said as he stood up, grabbing a racket. "By

the twe're done, Freya

should be here."

"Trent, your turn," Frederick said.

"He probably wants you to play," Trent replied smoothly.

"| just played with him." Frederick looked baffled. "You go."

"Trent's in better shape than you, so it's you who needs more exercise," Ellis cut

in. "With those skinny arms and legs of yours, you could use the exercise."

Frederick felt a chill crawl down his spine.

Why did it feel like he was walking into a trap?

No way.

He hadn't done anything to tick Ellis off.

"Fine."

As they started the match, Frederick was already feeling the burn.

He could return every shot, but each one was like a full-body workout, and after

just a few rounds, he was

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