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Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Freya Was Not

Without Allies

Freya's movements stilled, hesitation flickering across her face.

With a sharp turn of her head, she eyed the approaching figure of Lionel. Gently placing her fork down, she

stood, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Lionel? What are you doing here?"

Lionel closed the distance with a worried frown, eyeing the meager contents of her plate. “Is this really all you're

having for lunch?” His voice carried a weight of concern that filled the space between them.

"Oh, this? Just nibbling on something small," she assured him. Then she quickly added with genuine concern,

"Have you managed to eat yet? If not, | can ask someone to whip something delightful for you."

Lionel's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as it locked onto hers.

He leaned in, lowering his voice to a confidential whisper. "Can you actually get them to do that for you?" Caught

off-guard, Freya's smile faltered as she bit her lower lip, pondering her next words carefully.

In a sudden burst of seriousness, Lionel's tone hardened. "Freya, | need to know- has Kristian forced you to stay

here? Are you being kept here against your will?"

Freya's heart skipped a beat. She masked her turmoil with a forced smile and lied to him smoothly. "Absolutely

Tiot"

She hoped her reassurance would dampen his worries. Honestly, if she really wanted out, not a single one of

them could stand in her way. She chose to remain here, deliberately avoiding any bothersissues or

contentious discussions with Kristian concerning Ashley.

"Then why can't anyone reach you on your phone?" Lionel probed further.

"Earlier, someone kept bombardingwith calls, which | found rather irritating, so | decided to turn my phone

off" Freya delivered her explanation with flawless poise.

A hint of concern deepened the lines on Lionel's weathered face.

He believed it unseemly to interfere overly in the younger generation's affairs. Without any admission from freys,

he found himself at a standstill.

At that moment, Kristian made his entrance.

Noticing Freya and Lionel engaged in conversation in the living room, his brow creased slightly, and he

epproached with his typical aloof air "Grandpa”

Lionel's expression stayed cold, unmoved "Treya's coming with me. She'll be at the family hfor a few days."

Freya looked bewildered

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A hint of concern deepened the lines on Lionel's weathered face.

He believed it unseemly to interfere overly in the younger generation's affairs. Without any admission from

Freya, he found himself at a standstill.

At that moment, Kristian made his entrance.

Noticing Freya and Lionel engaged in conversation in the living room, his brow creased slightly, and he

approached with his typical aloof air. "Grandpa."

Lionel's expression stayed cold, unmoved. "Freya's coming with me. She'll eat the family hfor a few days."

Freya looked bewildered,

Kristian countered immediately, "No way."

"Treya hasn't even had a chance to speak, why do you reject the idea so hastily?" Lionel's concern for Freya's

well-being overshadowed his desire to meddle. Despite her impending divorce from his grandson, he wished

nothing but her happiness.

"I need to discuss sissues with her." Kristian fabricated smoothly. "Until the divorce decree cthrough,

she'll be occupied."

Lionel turned to face Freya, his eyes searching her face. "Is that really the case, Freya?"

Freya nodded. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice steady and serene.

in situations such as these, Freya and Kristian had a mutual understanding to resolve their matters

independently, without drawing the elders into their

concerns.

Lionel grasped the essence of their agreement.

His visit served a dual purpose. If Freya confessed to being held against her will,

he was prepared to whisk her away to safety, ensuring her freedom. Conversely, if she remained silent on the

matter, his very presence would signal a caution to Kristian, reinforcing that Freya was not without allies.

As he mulled over these thoughts, a whirlwind of emotions tangled within him.

(Eventually, he addressed Kristian with a tone laced with displeasure, "Follow me, we need to have a word."

Compliant, Kristian trailed behind him.

Their conversation spanned roughly ten minutes.

"I've delivered my message," Lionel declared firmly. "Should you dare to confine Freya or subject her to any

#testant, be prepared to face severe repercussions." "Understood," Kristian responded, though a shadow

seemed to pass over his eyes, hinting at the turmoil

Before departing. Lionel ensured that Freya was provided with exquisite food and refreshing beverages. He

shared several sincere and meaningful words with her, leaving her with reassurances of his support.

After his departure, the atmosphere within the villa felt markedly different. Freya, Kristian, and the nearly

the sheppards were the only souls left in the sprawling estate.

Knetian, still dressed sharply in his suit, cast a cold glance at the half-eaten food on the table and scoffed, "Wow,

$66t know playing the victim was one of your hidden talents."

Freya don't even spare him a look. She couldn't be bothered to reply.

She had planned to finish hey meal, but her appetite had vanished. Now, she just sat there in silence.

The quiet grated on Kristian's nerves. He couldn't stand being ignored-especially when it was just the two of

Chews in the room. "tad you not hear the?"

4 heard you," Freya replied coldly, not even turning her head.

Uh, you heard mom bad decided to ignore me?"

"There's so rude swing 1 have to answer when a dog barks." Freya shot back with

a sly smirk. "Bark all you want boesn't mean it repared to engage

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Kristian clenched his jaw so tight. She really just called him a dog!

"You can get out now," he snapped, the last thread of his patience fraying. "If you stir up more trouble before the

divorce is finalized, don't expectto hold back."

Freya raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Are you under sgrand illusion about your own behavior?" She

folded her arms and leaned back slightly, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Because as far as | can tell, I'm the one

taking the hits here, while you're the one kicking up dust. And you call that holding back?"

He wasn't holding back at all, yet he was a master at singing his own praises.

Kristian's face remained unyielding, cold as stone. "If you were innocent, accusations wouldn't be necessary."

Freya withdrew the only hundred-dollar bill from her wallet and thrust it at him.

Confusion clouded Kristian's features.

"Get your head examined," Freya declared, her patience fraying. "This one's on me."

With those final words, she ascended the stairs, fetched her phone, and marched out of the villa, leaving Kristian

brooding in her wake.

Once she was beyond the confines of the villa, Freya hailed a cab to take her home.

Previously, while probing the shadowy mastermind behind Ashley's car accident, she had neglected to examine

the data, merely stowing it away. Now, it was imperative to scrutinize it thoroughly to uncover who had

implicated her so deviously.

While immersed in these thoughts, Trent's call interrupted her.

The moment she picked up, Trent's voice, warm and reassuring, filled the line. "Are you really back in

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hackering?"

"Not entirely." Freya understood his underlying question and responded, "Just untangling a complex web, so |

cto investigate."

"It's because of Kristian, isn't it?" Trent deduced.

"Yes," she confirmed.

Trent inquired with a curious tilt of his head, "Do you have any plans tonight?"

"Nope," Freya replied, her voice a soft murmur.

Seizing the moment, Trent suggested, "Let's meet up and talk about something important."

"Alright," Freya agreed.

Their exchanges were typically direct, stripped of any pointless conversation.

Once off the call, Freya received a message from Trent detailing the tand venue. She responded with a

succinct "okay" before the glow of her phone screen faded into darkness.

That evening, at a dimly lit bar, Freya, clad in a black and white ensemble, located the secluded room where

Trent awaited her presence.

She pushed the door open with a quiet resolve. Inside, Trent was perched alone,

his habitual relaxed grin in place, his gold-rimmed glasses lending him an intellectual air.

Upon spotting Freya, he welcomed her warmly. "Ah, you've arrived."

"Mm-hmm," she replied, her voice steady.

Trent's eyes gleamed with a hint of mystery as he declared, "I have something intriguing to show you." He

reached into his pocket and produced a bundle of photographs.

Freya raised her eyebrows, taken aback by the gesture.

With a flourish of his hand, Trent presented them, his demeanor poised and

dignified. "These are genuine-

take a closer look"

Freya, curious, began sifting through the photographs. Each image revealed

candid moments of Ashley entangled romantically with a man.

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Among them were intimate shots of kisses, casual exchanges at social events,

and everyday snippets of their

lives.

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