She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 54 Farrah Welch

"What would you like to talk about?" Freya asked coldly.

Frustration bubbled through Kristian's veins as her cool demeanor inflamed his already agitated mood.

He closed the distance between them with one decisive step and blurted, "Let's talk about your plans after o divorce finalizes. Will you continue as Ethel Briggs's bodyguard, or run off with Trent Seymour?"

"You've completely lost your mind," Freya shot back, abandoning any pretense of politeness.

When their divorce proceedings first began, she had hoped for an amicable separation.

As time progressed, however, Kristian's behavior grew increasingly irrational- bordering on madness. Th gentle man she had known seemed nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

"If you're truly without employment, out of respect for my grandpa, I could arrange a position for you at Shav Group," Kristian offered, dismissing her response.

His true purpose for this visit was to gauge her reaction to the telltale lipstick staining his collar, business tall merely provided convenient cover.

Yet as the words left his mouth, his mind wandered to her post-divorce existence.

The image of her alone in some villa, gazing forlornly at the sky like an abandoned kitten, stirred unexpected discomfort within him.

"What position offers an annual salary exceeding twenty million?" Freya challenged.

Her outrageous demand caught Kristian off guard.

"Salary corresponds directly to ability," he countered. "What talents do you possess that justify over twenty million?"

"If there's no position paying twenty million annually, why would I even consider your company?* Freya reasoned, her logic rendering him momentarily speechless. "With my 1.4 billion divorce settlement safely deposited, even at a standard bank interest rate of 1.5%, I'd earn over twenty million yearly while doing absolutely nothing."

Kristian struggled to formulate a response.

"Not to mention," Freya continued, "such a substantial deposit wouldn't yield such

a paltry rate. For a supposedly savvy businessman, your arithmetic skills are surprisingly deficient."

"What happens when impulsivity strikes and someone swindles your fortune away?” Kristian retorted, scrambling for verbal footing.

"I wouldn't fall victim so easily," Freya stated firmly. "Unlike some, I possess critical thinking skills."

Kristian's jaw tightened. "Are you suggesting I don't?"

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You do Freya assessed him coolly, "but perhaps you'd be better off without one." Considering his recent actions, could any rational person behave so erratically? Anger constricted Kristian's chest-he must have temporarily lost his mind to orchestrate this foolis

escounter

We'll see who ends up destitute first," he spat.

Their exchange had derailed completely, leaving Kristian seething with rage. Teae now," era commanded.

Kristian pivoted and departed, his tall figure radiating frosty contempt.

Once the elevator doors closed behind him, Freya secured her door and returned to the living room.

She sank into the sofa as her mind involuntarily replayed the image of lipstick smeared across Kristian's collar and recalled the lingering foreign perfume she had detected.

Her brow furrowed as emotions churned more violently than anticipated.

An indescribable irritation troubled her-a sense of betrayal that stung even more sharply than witnessing him with Ashley

She massaged her temples, contemplating her imminent departure from Jeucwell and her desire to bid farewell to Farrah Welch, a cherished friend.

Despite the late hour, she typed on her phone, "I'm leaving Jeucwell in a few days. Can we share one last meal together?

Farrah had become her confidante shortly after her arrival in Jeucwell.

They had connected instantly, their personalities meshing effortlessly. Throughout their friendship, Farrah had frequently invited her to dine, shop, and explore the city together.

At that time, Farrah occupied merely a small corner of the entertainment industry. The landscape shifted dramatically a year ago when her controversial portrayal of a villain catapulted her unexpectedly to B-list

actress status

Half a year had elapsed since their last encounter.

Freya waited patiently for a response, but when none materialized, she

concluded Farrah had likely surrendered to slumber

As she prepared for bed herself, her phone erupted with desperate messages from Gerard.

"I deeply regret my deception"

*Could you find it in your heart to forgive this single transgression?"

Choosing silence as her response, Freya darkened her screen and retired for the night.

Meanwhile, Gerard wrestled with mounting anxiety. His boss's thunderous expression confirmed the catastrophic outcome of the evening's events.

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Kristian paced restlessly. Noticing Gerard's compulsive phone-checking, he delivered his displeasure in glacial tones. "Still lingering? Perhaps you're anticipating tomorrow's breakfast service?"

"I'm departing immediately," Gerard replied, relinquishing his phone and hastily starting the vehicle.

Throughout the drive, his mind raced with potential strategies to regain Freya's favor. His formidable employer had maneuvered him into offending his personal idol!

That night, Kristian tossed in fitful slumber and Gerard lay awake with worry, yet Freya descended into peaceful unconsciousness.

She refused to allow trivial matters to disrupt her rest. Only dreams featuring her mother possessed the potency to disturb her tranquility; everything else she effortlessly relegated to insignificance.

Morning arrived with Farrah's belated response. "Absolutely. How about today?"

The timestamp revealed it had been sent at three o'clock in the morning.

Initial confusion gave way to understanding as Freya recalled Farrah's profession-she had likely just completed a filming session. With this realization, she replied, "Are you scheduled to film today?"

Her phone immediately sprang to life with an incoming call.

The melodious voice that greeted her carried warmth and enthusiasm. "I'm on hiatus from filming for a while. If today suits your schedule, why delay? I've heard wonderful things about a new restaurant in the city center. Shall we investigate?"

"That sounds perfect," Freya agreed readily.noveldrama

She maintained minimal standards regarding cuisine-as long as it wasn't toxic and remained within the boundaries of edibility, she expressed contentment.

As her sister often observed, she possessed an accommodating palate. After finalizing their arrangements, Freya changed her attire and ventured out. Her wardrobe consisted predominantly of cool tones-black, white, and various shades of gray dominated her sartorial selections.

Her shoulder-length hair cascaded naturally with a few strands of bangs framing her face.

Despite the simplicity of her ensemble, she radiated extraordinary beauty.

By the time they reunited, the morning had progressed to ten o'clock. Farrah arrived concealed behind sunglasses and a hat, enveloped in a warm- toned long coat. Standing beside Freya, her frame appeared charmingly diminutive.

"Let's proceed inside," Farrah suggested, capturing Freya's hand and steering them toward the central shopping complex. "Public outings have become increasingly challenging for me-constantly vigilant about detection by

tabloids and enthusiastic fans."

Freya offered a practical alternative: "Perhaps next time, you could remain in a private room, and I'll navigate my way to you"

"Absolutely not!" Farrah countered decisively. "With your notoriously unreliable sense of direction, you might never locate me, even with precise floor and room coordinates."

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"I'm not directionally challenged," Freya clarified with mild indignation.

Their initial encounter had occurred because Farrah mistakenly presumed Freya

was lost.

A simple misunderstanding had fostered their connection, and after discovering mutual affinity, friendship blossomed naturally.

Although Freya maintained numerous friendships, most originated in chahood. Farrah represented her first meaningful adult friendship.