She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 739:noveldrama

“Okay,” Kristian responded sweetly.

Once Freya grabbed her water and headed off to the study, Ethel and Kristian were left eyeing each other in silence.

Before Kristian’s accident, Ethel wouldn’t have dared to even meet his gaze—let alone glare at him.

But now, things had shifted.

Ethel demanded, still looking for a fight, “Freya’s busy now, so you have to listen to me.”

Kristian nodded obediently. “Okay!”

Ethel was momentarily stunned into silence. A phrase she’d once seen online echoed in her head. Sincerity really does work.

Faced with someone so obedient, sweet, and eager to please, she just couldn’t bring herself to be mean. “Get me some water.”

“Sure.”

“Grab me some snacks from the cupboard.”

“Okay.”

“I want some fruit.”

“I’ll go rinse them.”

The two of them bantered and played like children in the living room. Seeing they weren’t squabbling, Freya finally turned her full attention to work.

Christmas was just ten days away, and lately, Melvin had been swamped with preparations for the company’s annual party and masquerade ball.

“Ms. Briggs, the hotel and schedule are finalized,” Melvin reported during their video call. “The annual party will be held on the first and second floors. After that, single guests can head to the eighth floor for the masquerade ball. Everything’s arranged.”

Freya gave a brief grunt. “What are this year’s lucky draw prizes?”

𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 ⧼gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Same as last year. Three first prizes—two hundred thousand dollars each. Five second prizes—one hundred thousand each. Ten third prizes, fifty thousand. The rest get participation gifts like iPads, laptops, phones, or shopping cards, all given randomly,” Melvin rattled off casually.

Anita International Group had always been generous with its employees, handing out lavish gifts and hefty year-end bonuses every holiday season.

The cash rewards and prizes rarely changed.

Freya was silent for a beat. “Let’s add a grand prize this year.”

“Hm?”

“For Cap. For Ellis Lambert,” she said slowly.

She’d originally planned to transfer Ellis to a branch closer to his home, but he’d declined, saying he wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility. So instead, Freya decided to reward him with an apartment. That way, he’d stop feeling the need to keep sending her money out of gratitude.

“Put it in with the consolation prize boxes,” Freya instructed, her tone crisp but deliberate. She was always meticulous in her planning. “After the raffle, just announce that there’s a mystery grand gift tucked among the consolation prizes.”

That way, it would not draw any unnecessary attention. And it would give her a legitimate excuse to hand the gift to Ellis.

Melvin nodded along to everything without hesitation. “Alright. Are you attending the annual party this year?” he asked, his voice casual. Freya had never shown up at previous ones—he usually managed everything himself.

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