She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 644:

If Freya hadn’t laid the groundwork beforehand, Kristian might have been sent into a full-blown panic.

Even knowing it was all part of the plan, he still couldn’t shake his worry for her.

“Don’t worry. Freya’s safe,” Frederick assured him again.

Kristian remained silent. He opened the new email and clicked on the attached image.

He had to admit—Freya had truly thought of everything. She’d even prepared the report in advance.

After viewing the photo, he noticed a message beneath it.

It read, “If you don’t want Freya to be harmed, go sit on the beach overnight before 6 PM today. You may only wear a shirt on your upper body. If you refuse, I’ll throw her into ice water for the night. And if you call the police, she dies.”

Kristian read the message in full, then took his phone and headed out.

Frederick stopped him. “Where are you going?”

“To the beach,” Kristian replied without hesitation.noveldrama

“You’re not going.” Frederick grabbed Kristian firmly, his face etched with urgency. “He’s just using scare tactics. Freya can handle herself. You’ve got to trust her.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” Kristian’s presence was cold and commanding, his tailored suit only amplifying the intensity of his aura. He couldn’t afford to take that kind of risk.

Soaking in icy water was dangerous—especially for a woman—and he couldn’t stand by and let that happen.

“Freya knows what she’s doing. You’ve got to believe in her,” Frederick insisted again.

“How exactly is she supposed to handle it?” Kristian lowered his eyes, his voice calm but razor-sharp. His question struck Frederick dumb. “She’s not going in there as your teammate—she’s going as my ex-wife. What do you expect her to do in a place she doesn’t know, surrounded by strangers? You think she’s going to blow her cover?”

Frederick stood frozen under the barrage of questions, words caught somewhere in his throat.

F𝓾ll 𝒔𝓽𝑜𝓻𝓎 𝒶𝓋𝓪i𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬𝓸𝓶

If Freya didn’t want to expose her identity, then she wouldn’t use her skills. That much made sense.

Because if she did, Brendan would know she was K.

But…

“You’ll get sick sitting out there all night in just a shirt,” Frederick tried again, switching tactics. “That place he told you to go? It’s two, maybe three degrees Celsius at dawn.”

Even bundled in a heavy coat, it’d be bone-chilling. And Kristian wasn’t even dressed for it.

Kristian paused, considering, then muttered, “It doesn’t matter what happens to me. I just want her to be safe.”

“Didn’t Freya ask you to trust her?” Frederick threw out his last card. “If you go now, you’re telling her you don’t. Aren’t you afraid she’ll walk away for good?”

Was he? Kristian asked himself that very thing. He was afraid. Terrified.

But deep down, he knew—Freya had already walked away. The fact that she’d forgiven him proved it.

“She’s already moved on.” Something in his tone shifted, as though he’d finally accepted it. “No matter what I do, she’s not coming back, is she?”

Frederick’s voice caught in his throat.

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