She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 255

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Freya was naturally composed, so she neither screamed nor flinched. "I want to

know why."

"You're that curious?" Brendan arch

a brow, mildly amused.

"Yes," Freya said without hesitation.

"Then chere. Givea kiss-or find

d sother way to entertain me," he murmured. His smile was nothing short of enchanting, but there was an

unmistakable edge to it. "Maybe then I'll feel generous enough to

tell you."

"Is it money you're after?" Freya dismissed his nonsense with a cool voice.

Brendan didn't harbor genuine affection for women. This current flirtatious persona-just one of his most practiced

masks.

"Who doesn't want money?" Brendan casually set his wine glass aside, his legs still crossed in effortless

elegance. "But right now, it's the least of my priorities. Compared to that, I'd much rather have..."

He purposely trailed off.

Freya's brow twitched faintly. "What?"

"You." His grin was so dangerously captivating, it seemed to draw the whole world into silence.

Freya said nothing. She didn't press him further.

She already knew what he was after; the questioning was simply a performance, a layer of civility to avoid

arousing suspicion.

Brendan was every bit as wary as Ellis-if not worse.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Brendan asked, "You don't believe me?"

"If you had any real feelings for me," Freya replied evenly, "you should have gone

to Alerith to confess, rather than abductinghere just to flaunt your indulgence."

Brendan rose with unhurried grace, his eyes brimming with amusement and interest as they settled on her.

Freya held his gaze, utterly unshaken.

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"No wonder Kristian still hasn't gotten over you after the divorce." He inched closer, his scent fresh and alluring.

“With a temperament like yours, even I'm starting to feel tempted."

"Is that so?"

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"Absolutely."

"Then why haven't you untied my hands yet?" Her tone remained steady, clearly unimpressed by his charm.

Brendan's lips curled into a wickedly attractive smirk. "If | untie you, what if you make a run for it?"

"Then just tieup again," Freya shot back.

"Ms. Briggs, you really are something else." Brendan picked up the wine glass beside him, gave it a gentle swirl,

then held it out to her. "How about this? Drink it, and I'll undo the ropes. Sound fair?"

Freya cast a glance at the glass, but didn't budge.

If his words held even a grain of truth, then pigs might as well sprout wings and soar across the sky.

"Since you're not interested, | suppose you'll have to get srest, Ms. Briggs." Brendan's gentlemanly manner

returned as he spoke. "We can chat again tomorrow."

And with that, one of the men escorted Freya down to the basement.

When they arrived, Freya wrinkled her nose at the sight-chains, dried blood, and

a number of snakes.

chest.

A chill spread through her chest. Suddenly, fragments of old memories crushing back. Could this have been

where Ashley was held?

In that instant, it felt as though she could see Ashley's tear-streaked face, the girl

trembling, pleading, and receiving only silence in return.

Freya inhaled deeply and shut her eyes.

She would get Ashley out of this horror.

"What are you standing there for, Ms. Briggs?" Brendan had followed, his lips still

curled into that disarming arc. "Not resting?"

"Is this what you call a resting place?" Freya snapped.

"Of course. Ashley stayed here quite a while."

Freya's hands curled into fists. She hadn't expected his cruelty to run so deep.

Brendan's smile didn't waver. "Don't worry. The snakes have had their fangs removed. Completely harmless."

Freya remained rooted to the spot.

Brendan didn't linger.

After one final glance at her, he turned and left with the man, the basement door swinging shut behind them.

The sound echoed, heavy and jarring.

Not long after, Ashley burst in, her face written with alarm. "Why did you lock Freya in the basement?"

"You feeling sorry for her?" Brendan lifted her chin with cold amusement. Ashley froze.

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Chapter 255 How Can You Be So Sure My Mentor Will Come

She remembered-she and Freya weren't supposed to be on friendly terms. In

front of Brendan, any concern would be dangerous.

"If you're so worried she's frightened, | could send you in to keep her company."

His voice was soft, but it sent a shiver up her spine. "Do you want that?"

Yes.

The answer screamed in Ashley's mind.

But she couldn't say it out loud.

Freya had warned her-don't give anything away and treat her like before.

"N-no... that's not necessary," Ashley stammered, trembling.

"You did well this time." Brendan reached past her for a clean glass, poured swine, and handed it to her.

"Drink. Get srest. There's more work waiting for you tomorrow."

Ashley accepted the glass with icy fingers and obediently took a sip.

Brendan patted her head with an approving air.

But Ashley shuddered beneath his touch.

He was gentle, yes, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Go on up."

Ashley hesitated. She looked back a few times, but eventually climbed the stairs to the spare room she

sometimes stayed in.

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Not long after she left, a striking woman strode in from outside, still wearing a motorcycle jacket-clearly just

arrived from somewhere.

Brendan reclined on the couch, every move dripping with ease and refinement. Upon seeing her, he set his wine

glass aside. “Did K follow?"

"I have no idea." Natasha dropped herself onto the couch without ceremony.

Brendan raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"Her whereabouts aren't something | can track." She poured herself a glass of water. "| still haven't cracked the

virus she buried in my computer and server last time."

A shadow passed through Brendan's expression, his brows drawing in faintly. Natasha tilted her head, curious.

"How can you be so sure my mentor will come?"

"If she tampered with Ashley's phone, she might already know I'm using Freya to threaten Kristian," Brendan

mused aloud. "And knowing her, she won't pass up a chance like this."

"What kind of grudge do you have with my mentor, anyway?" Natasha genuinely wanted to know.

"| tricked her once. Nearly got them all killed." A faint smirk played on Brendan's lips. "But she managed to

escape."

Natasha was at a loss.

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Then she added, "Well, you're screwed. She never lets go of grudges."

"Whether she can get revenge is another story." Brendan's tone was layered with

implication.

Natasha clicked her tongue.

She took another sip of water before glancing his way. "Where's Freya?"

"In the basement."

"You threw a woman into your dungeon?" Natasha looked incredulous, then shot

him a look that said you're on your own. "If Kristian finds out, you're toast," she said with a laugh.

Brendan said nothing. The moment Kristian's nwas mentioned, his gaze darkened slightly.

Natasha didn't press. She told him she was going to check on Freya and left the room, heading toward the

basement.

Brendan didn't stop her. That in itself said a lot.

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