She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 636:

After disembarking, the rope on Freya’s ankles was cut, and both she and Ashley were escorted to a sleek car. Freya’s eyes were blindfolded; Ashley’s weren’t.

But the blindfold didn’t matter. A tracker stitched into Freya’s clothes broadcasted her exact location to Ellis and the rest of the team, documenting every twist and turn.

Still, it was useless—they wouldn’t be able to catch Brendan here.

About thirty minutes later, the vehicle pulled up to an estate. Freya and Ashley were led inside.

As they stepped in, Freya clearly noticed the fear in Ashley’s eyes.

“Boss,” one of the men said, “we brought the two you asked for.”

“Lock Freya Briggs in the basement,” Brendan commanded, holding a wine glass and dressed impeccably. “Ashley stays here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The men moved at once.

Ashley’s face went pale.

Before she could speak, Freya stepped forward and cut Brendan off, her tone icy. “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”

“She’s an honored guest of mine. How can you treat her like this?” Brendan let out a slow, wicked grin. “Take off her blindfold.”

Immediately, the men removed it.

As the world came back into view, the lights were too bright. Freya instinctively narrowed her eyes.

Once she adjusted, her gaze locked on Brendan, unimpressed and unyielding. She demanded an answer with a silent fury.

And in that moment, she confirmed what she had suspected all along—he was indeed her target.

“Don’t worry. As long as you behave, no harm will come to you,” Brendan said, gently swirling his wine glass. His lips curled into a smile that was both beautiful and cruel.

He was undeniably handsome—sharp brows, eyes like stars, carrying an air of effortless elegance.

But even so, Ashley trembled in his presence, terrified, desperate to flee.

Freya was naturally composed, so she neither screamed nor flinched.

“I want to know why.”

“You’re that curious?” Brendan arched a brow, mildly amused.

“Yes,” Freya said without hesitation.

“Then come here. Give me a kiss—or find some other 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.noveldrama

Brendan didn’t harbor genuine affection for women. This current flirtatious persona was 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.

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