She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Don't Impersonate Me

A cold shiver ran down Frederick's spine as Kristian's gaze locked onto him. He knew the thad come-he had

to confess everything to Freya.

Previously, Kristian had used Lionel's phone to contact Freya, asking her to lift the ban she had placed on him.

Afterward, he waited.

However, even as the workday drew to a close, she had not removed him from her blacklist.

It was then that Gerard made a surprising discovery about Frederick's identity.

As he read through Frederick's profile, Kristian suddenly recalled why Frederick seemed so familiar. They had

crossed paths before in Alerith, during a meal and again in Ethel's hospital room.

Since Freya had entrusted Frederick with both her house and car, Kristian surmised they were fairly close.

Hoping to use this to his advantage, Kristian invited Frederick to his office, claiming he wanted to discuss a

business collaboration with Frederick's father.

Frederick accepted the invitation without hesitation.

Soon after, Kristian suggested they try out an immersive holographic experience. Frederick, unsuspecting,

agreed eagerly and signed a document without second thoughts.

Before long, he found himself strapped into a high-tech chair by Kristian.

As Frederick recounted the events to Freya, she asked, "How does this relate to the kidnapping?"

Even if Frederick were bound to a chair, this seemed a bit overtic.

Kristian wasn't going to let him starve, was he?

"I need to go to the bathroom, and he's refusing to release me," Frederick said, clearly distressed. "Freya, please

-just take him off the blacklist for now. You can put him back on once I'm free."

Freya didn't respond.

Neither did Kristian

I'm going to bed," Freya finally said, her voice resolute. "I'm not going to entertain this further."

"Please, Freya Frederick pleaded, his voice desperate. "Help me, just this once!"

"Don't worry," Freya replied flatly, "If you do end up dying in Shaw Group's chair, I'll make sure they face the

consequences."

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Chapter 14

Fredens het sask Why was preys being so onhelpful in such a crucial moment? "Freys?" he called squin, to all he

heard were the beeps of the line disconnecting Retire he could speak further, freys had already hung up, turning

her phone to silent and pulling the covers up

in the brightly he experience room, Frederick remained trapped in the cher. "I told you," he muttered, "Once

Freys makes up her mind, nothing can change it. Threats won't work on her."

"Get her to removefrom the blacklist, and I'll offer your father's company a project," Kristian said coldly,

tossing Frederick's phone onto his lap.

Frederick growned. "I never intended to take over the family business," he said quietly.

Kristian was momentarily at a loss for words.

"What is it that you want, then?" he asked, his voice growing more direct.

"Nothing." Frederick replied after a beat. "But here's the thing-whatever you can offer me, Freya can offer too. If i

offend you, she will helpout. But if | offend her, there's no one who will cto my aid."

In truth, if he offended Freya, not a single soul would cto his aid; every one of his friends would choose to

walk away.

Kristian thought for a moment, his fingers tapping against his phone. "So, you're not helping me, huh?"

"It's not that | won't," Frederick replied earnestly. "It's that | simply can't."

He was not stupid. He knew Kristian had failed Freya. Anyone with any sense wouldn't help Freya's ex.

Kristian leaned back, considering Frederick's words.

"In that case, I'll need to borrow your phone to send a message," he said, his voice low and calm. "I'm sure

someone in your 'Seven Little Warriors' chat can help me."

Frederick's eyes widened in alarm. How did Kristian know about that group? "I know Freya's in there as well,"

Kristian added with a smirk.

"Knowing she's in the group, you still think you can get a solution?" Frederick asked, though he could already tell

things weren't as simple as they seemed.

Kristian sat down casually, his demeanor cool and collected. "Just because she's in there doesn't mean she

checks her messages frequently." During the two years they were together, Freya rarely played with her phone.

She preferred reading books-her interests were vast. Even after their divorce, he doubted she had becmore

attached to her phone.

Frederick swallowed nervously, a wave of unease washing over him.

If Kristian really did use his phone to send messages in the group, things were about to get awkward.

"Gerard," Kristian called, handing the phone to Gerard, who was still at the office. "Unlock it, check Frederick's

usual tone in chats, and send a few messages in the group."

"About what?" Gerard asked, sympathy evident in his eyes.

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Kristian typed on his own phone, then sent a few messages to Gerard.

"You won't believe what happened. | was kidnapped by Freya's ex."

"| was smart enough to escape.

"He's an idiot, trying such a ridiculous trick to get Freya to remove him from her blacklist.""

Once those were sent, Kristian said to Gerard, "When someone replies, send another message: 'But seriously, if

Freya ever blocks me, how should | get her to unblock me?’ Then respond to them based on Frederick's tone."

Frederick watched, wide-eyed, as he processed what Kristian was doing.

How was Kristian mimicking his tone so perfectly?

"Got it," Gerard replied without hesitation, already setting to work.

"Wait!" Frederick cried, panic rising in his chest. "Don't impersonate me! Please, there's no need to send those

messages."

He knew that once his phone was returned, the group would mock him endlessly for the exchange.

"Isn't it just about getting Freya to remove you from the blacklist?" Kristian asked with mock simplicity. "It's not

that hard." Frederick mustered all the courage he could, his eyes brimming with the threat of tears.

Kristian studied him closely, his silent presence pressing Frederick to say something more.

Trapped in the chair, Frederick took a moment to consider his situation before hesitantly asking, "Could I go to

the bathroom first?"

Kristian gave a slight nod, and Gerard swiftly unstrapped him from the chair.

To ensure Frederick didn't escape, Kristian instructed Gerard to stay by his side.

As they entered the bathroom, Frederick noticed Gerard trailing him every step of the way, his gaze never

wavering. Sighing deeply, Frederick muttered, "Could you

at least turn around? It's a bit uncomfortable with you staring."

"If | don't keep an eye on you and you escape, I'll lose my bonus this year," Gerard replied, adjusting his glasses

with a seriousness that made his words seem final.

Frederick was left speechless. He knew better than to try reasoning with someone who valued their salary and

bonuses more than anything else.

Five minutes later, Gerard escorted him back to Kristian's office, where Kristian

awaited, still holding Frederick's phone in his hand.

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