She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 634:

Which meant his contact was likely out on a mission.

Ellis’s chest sank. He’d have to dig around and try someone else.

“Here, take this.” He handed Freya a small, discreet device. “Hide it in the safest spot on your body. No matter what kind of jamming equipment they’re using, this signal won’t cut out. I’ll be able to track you at all times.”

“Alright.” Freya paused for a beat, wondering if Ellis would object—but she accepted it anyway. “Thank you.”

Ellis didn’t respond. His eyes, dark and unreadable as a starless night sky, remained fixed on her, weighed down with thoughts he didn’t speak aloud.

He wanted nothing more than to shield her from harm. But he understood that Brendan remained their shared objective. After a long, tense silence, Ellis finally said, “Freya.”

“Stay safe,” he told her, his tall frame looming gently over her, his voice laced with something almost unspoken.

“I will,” Freya replied without hesitation.

Ellis turned his gaze toward Frederick and Trent, giving each a firm pat on the shoulder.

Afterward, Freya gave Frederick a few precautionary instructions, telling him to contact Kristian if anything unexpected happened. Once that was done, they left the meeting room.

Ellis took the three of them out to dinner, only parting ways after the meal.

As Freya unlocked the door to head inside, Ellis spoke once more. “When you return, I’ll promise you one thing—whatever you want.”

“Alright,” she said softly.noveldrama

She hoped that maybe, just maybe, Ellis would finally let go of what had happened before.

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Lately, she had been walking on eggshells.

The second she shut the door behind her, an unsettling chill crept up her spine. Someone had been inside—she was almost sure of it. Brendan must have sent them.

As for how they got in, it had to be Natasha—she must have cracked the passcode and let them in.

Freya had barely paid attention when installing the lock. Security hadn’t been her priority.

Pretending not to notice anything out of the ordinary, she stepped into the living room without changing her shoes, dropped her phone onto the end table, and sank into the couch, looking drained.

She’d left her shoes on, deliberately. If someone jumped her later, she didn’t want to be stumbling around in slippers.

Those things would only slow her down.

She didn’t linger on the sofa long. After a quick breather, she got up and headed to her bedroom.

The moment she crossed the threshold, she sensed them—three people lying in wait. She picked up on their positions but didn’t let it show. Instead, she casually strolled in and even gave them the perfect opening.

She didn’t know where Brendan was taking her. It could’ve been within the country, or somewhere far away.

So she stepped into the trap alone, inching closer to him by using his hatred for Kristian.

Suddenly, a wooden stick sliced through the air behind her, fast and hard.

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