She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 638:

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.

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, I 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 some wine, and handed it to her. “Drink. Get some rest. 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.

𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓬 𝗮𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 ⓯𝓻𝗼𝓶 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Go on up.” Ashley hesitated. She looked back a few times, but eventually climbed the stairs to the spare room she sometimes stayed in.

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 I can track.” She poured herself a glass of water. “I 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.

“I tricked her once. Nearly got them all killed.” A faint smirk played on Brendan’s lips. “But she managed to escape.”noveldrama

Natasha was at a loss.

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.

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