She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Throwing His Flowers Away

If the person standing across from Freya hadn't been her grandpa, she would've turned on her heel and walked

away without a second thought.

But respect had been drilled into her since childhood, so even though the topic rubbed her the wrong way and

she had no desire to engage, she was stuck.

"Who exactly do you wantto marry?" Freya asked, cutting straight to the point.

"In three days, there's a gathering for you young folks. I've already signed you up. Just attend it then," Miguel

said, his tone rigid and expression unreadable.

"Fine," Freya replied flatly, her voice devoid of emotion.

She'd grown used to his commanding tone-one of the many reasons their relationship had always been rocky.

They didn't exchange many words after that. Alan chimed in briefly before leading Freya away..

Once they were in the car, Alan glanced over and asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you letspeak up for you back

there?"

Ever since their grandfather brought up the idea of a strategic marriage for business reasons, she had been

subtly hinting at him to stay quiet.

"Whether you speak or not, it won't change anything. If you do, he'll only get angrier and give us another

lecture," Freya said, having long figured out how Miguel operated. "If you stay silent, he just gets to finish what

he wants to say, and that's that."

"Are you seriously planning to go to that event he mentioned?" Alan asked, frowning.

"Yes," Freya answered, her tone calm and unaffected. "If | don't, he won't drop it."

"Maybe | should talk to him sometime," Alan suggested, not wanting Freya to force herself into anything

unpleasant. "He's never really cared about you, and he always thinks you're lacking," he added.

To their grandfather, Freya's absence from the public eye was a sign of weakness-a fear that she'd humiliate the

Briggs Group if people knew she was the chairman's daughter.

But in truth, she far outshone Alan in every way.

"No need," Freya said, her voice firm, already knowing Miguel too well. "It won't change a thing."

If words had any weight, she would've brought up Anita International Group already, but she knew all her

grandfather ever cared about was forging business alliances through marriage.

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"Should we let your dad know?" Alan asked again.

"No. If he finds out, he'll definitely end up fighting with Grandpa," Freya said, not out of kindness but because

she didn't want to stir up trouble. "Grandpa's old now. If he gets too riled up in an argument, Dad will just end up

feeling guilty."

Alan felt a knot of conflicting emotions twist in his chest. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

He realized that even with talent and wealth, life didn't always go the way one wanted. Disappointments were

inevitable.

"Sometimes, | wish you weren't so rational," he murmured. "Being too rational comes at the cost of your own

happiness."

"I won't let myself be wronged," Freya answered calmly.

Her rationality only extended so far. She refused to let herself be mistreated. If her grandfather ever pushed too

hard and arranged an engagement, she'd cut ties without hesitation.

But until then, she could deal with it.

Alan gave her another look but said nothing more.

When they reached the company, he went off to his own work, and Freya made her way to her office.

What she hadn't expected was to find a bouquet of vivid, eye-catching roses on her desk. Her brow furrowed,

and she looked around, asking, "Whose flowers are these?"

"They seem to be for you," someone nearby replied. "The delivery guy asked for Freya Briggs specifically."

Hearing that, Freya looked at the bouquet again.

Tucked inside was a card with a handwritten message, signed by Kristian.

Without sparing it another glance, she slid the card back into the flowers and told her assistant to throw them

out,

Originally, her assistant had been Melvin, but ever since Anita International got caught up in a collaboration on

chip development, she had the Briggs Group assign her a new assistant. Melvin had returned to his original post

at Anita International.

Her new assistant hesitated, staring at the pristine bouquet. "You really want to throw them away?".

"Yes," Freya said, curt and unbothered.

The assistant pursed her lips, then carried the flowers to the trash.

Her action didn't go unnoticed. Whispers quickly spread around the office.

"Is Ms. Briggs really that icy?"

"I'm suddenly dying to know who sent them. It must've stung watching that effort

go straight to the bin."

"Maybe for Ms. Briggs, men are just distractions from her career."

"Totally agree."

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These comments didn't reach Freya. Once she was focused on work, she blocked everything else our

But word got around anyway.

Kristian had just wrapped up a business meeting and returned to Alerth

As the workday drew to a close, he checked the tand asked the man next to him, "Did Freya get them?

Gerard froze. How was he supposed to tell his boss that Freya had ruthlessly tossed the bouques?

"Are you deaf?" Kristian's voice turned sharp, his tone cold.

"She did get the flowers," Gerard answered, trying to soften the blow, his eyes shifting awkwardly. "But she had

them thrown out almost immediately." Kristian's expression darkened. Did she really dislike him that much?

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Gerard hesitated, unsure if he should go on. "There's something I'm not sure | should say,"

Kristian replied coolly, "Then don't."

"It's obvious Ms. Briggs isn't into you. If you keep pushing, she'll just get... annoyed," Gerard said anyway.

Kristian had ignored all advice before, which led to the divorce. If he kept it up, Freya might do more than ignore

him-she might actually hit him. Kristian's gaze turned colder. "Didn't | just say not to speak?*

Gerard went silent. His boss's love life was a complete mess.

"Keep sending the flowers," Kristian ordered, his tone clipped. "One bouquet every day. Don't stop until | say so.

Staring at his impossibly stubborn boss, Gerard had no choice but to nod. "Understood."

The next day, Freya received another bouquet from Kristian, and the gossip in the office reached a whole new

level.

Freya hated being in the spotlight.

After having the second bouquet thrown away, she messaged Kristian directly. "Stop sendingflowers."

Her words were simple, blunt, and unmistakably her. She never bothered to hide how she felt.

Kristian texted back quickly. "According to the script, I'm pursuing you."

Freya paused, and then it hit her.

Because Ashley had gone around claiming Kristian was chasing Freya, that

mastermind hadn't made any bold moves. But if nothing was happening between

her and Kristian, and Ashley's lie would be ex

As Freya thought it through, she rubbed her temples, already feeling the tension creep in. Why was that man

going after Kristian? If there hadn't been any bad blood, she could've taken her tplotting with Greta and the

others.

But if that man hadn't targeted Kristian in the first place, she and Kristian might never have gotten divorced.

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Chapter 199 Throwing His Flowers Away

After all, it was that man who had planted Ashley.