She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Have You Met Freya Before

Kristian's gaze was icy as he flicked a cool glance in Mack's direction. Mack was really annoying today.

Mack acted oblivious, still waiting for Freya'to answer.

Freya gave a grunt in agreement.

Kristian frowned. How could she be nice to everybody but him?

"Just heard from Kristian that you two are divorced. Any truth to that?" Mack's tone was light.

Freya replied in a flat voice, "Yes."

"So you're single now?"

"Yes."

"You know, I'm not exactly hard on the eyes..."

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Before he could finish, Kristian's voice sliced through the room like a blade of ice. "Mack!"

"Let's eat," Mack said with a loaded smile.

He'd figured it out. Kristian wasn't ready to let Freya go. Maybe the whole contest had been about whether

they'd split or stick it out.

Mack chuckled to himself.

He ladled soup into Freya's bowl and tossed a teasing jab at Kristian. "What's the rush? | only wanted to be

friends with Freya. Are you nervous I'll try to be more than that?"

Kristian's gaze sharpened like a drawn knife. Had he let things slide too far, giving Mack this much rope?

"So was your little match about getting back together?" Mack leaned close, whispering, "If you win, you stay

together? If you lose, you let her go?"

Kristian felt the words catch in his throat. He shot Mack a warning glare. "Say one more thing, and I'll throw

you out."

"Alright, alright. Lips sealed," Mack said, looking all too pleased with himself. "Freya, this dish is amazing. Try

smore."

"Okay." Freya's expression stayed cool and aloof.

Just then, someone burst through the door, breathless, speaking fast to Mack. "Mack, your father's here."

Mack was visibly startled. He jumped up. "You sure?"

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"He's already on his way in," the person said urgently.

"Go stall him. Tell him I'm in training." Mack said, quickly formulating a plan. "I'll

meet him in the reception room in five minutes."

"Got it."

Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out, sharp and unmistakable. "Why don't you showhow training works

in a restaurant?"

Mack froze, stunned. How had his father gotten there so fast?

He straightened immediately and greeted the man entering.

The man wore a military uniform with effortless authority. Though in his forties, he barely looked thirty. "Weren't

you on leave for something important? And this is where you end up?" Brady Russell, Mack's father, was every

bit the stern commander. "Get back to training now. Skip your duties, and you'll be confined."

"Hold on, Dad," Mack said, visibly shrinking under his father's gaze. "I took leave because Kristian was visiting

the range. It's not often he drops by, and | wanted to see if he's still got it."

Hearing his name, Kristian stood and approached, greeting respectfully, "Good day, Mr. Russell."

Brady gave a slight nod.

He held Kristian in high regard, and his temper cooled.

Mack exhaled in relief, sensing he'd avoided a proper dressing-down. "I'll head back to training after we eat. |

won't slack, promise."

His father fixed him with a look heavy with authority and expectation but said nothing more.

Mack understood that as approval.

"By the way, Dad," he added, suddenly thinking of Freya, his smile brightening, "letintroduce someone

incredible! Freya just faced off with Kristian in a 300- meter match and nailed the bull's-eye in one shot. Totally

impressive!"

Mack beamed like he'd discovered gold.

Brady followed his gaze-and froze for a moment when he saw Freya's face, a flicker of something passing

through his expression.

Freya met his eyes.

They exchanged no words, but their looks carried unspoken thoughts.

"Already thinking of recruiting her?" Mack teased, knowing his father too well.

Brady stepped toward Freya. "What's your name?"

"Freya Briggs," she answered.

Brady grasped it instantly and spoke in his usual formal tone. "Could we talk privately? There's something I'd

like to discuss."

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“Sure. Please,” Freya said politely, her voice composed.

They walked off together.

Mack clapped a hand on Kristian's shoulder. "Think your ex-wife'll give in to my dad?"

"Does he know her?" Kristian asked suddenly.

Mack blinked in surprise.

He stared at Kristian, puzzled. "How could it be possible? Didn't you hear him ask her njust now?"

"The way he looked at her didn't feel like a stranger's gaze," Kristian said, his eyes thoughtful, the gears turning.

"More like someone seeing a face from the past."

"You good?" Mack looked genuinely confused by Kristian's words.

His dad had looked at Freya the sway he looked at any rising talent.

Was Kristian seriously worried about Freya being recruited?

Kristian kept his thoughts to himself. He'd ask more later.

Half an hour passed, and Brady returned.

Mack glanced behind him and, seeing no sign of Freya, asked, "Where's Freya?"

"Her assistant cand picked her up," Brady replied, his tone strict as ever. "Once you've eaten, back to

training. No more idling around."

"Got it." Mack didn't dare argue.

His father was just about to leave when Kristian, now in a crisp suit and perfectly polite, stepped forward. He

looked at Brady and asked, "Mr. Russell, have you met Freya before?"

Brady was a man of high rank. If he knew Freya, it meant there was more to her than met the eye.

But as he thought it over, Kristian frowned. Freya didn't seem old enough to match that theory.

"Not exactly," Brady answered, his voice low and steady. "She just remindsa

great deal of her mother, whom | once knew well."

That one sentence put Kristian's doubts to rest.

Brady left the club not long after.

Thinking back to Freya's clever parting excuse, he couldn't help but smile,

impressed by her quick thinking- and feeling a pang of regret. If he'd known her

and recruited her before that man did, maybe things would've played out

differently.

While Brady mulled it over, Freya was already gone, whisked away in Melvin's

car.

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