She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 221

Chapter 221 All Norah's

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The simple question hit Kistian like a punch to the gut, leaving him utterly speechless.

He had stared daging was Mehin purely out of curiosity, just to figure out who Melvin and Freya really were

Ant tow to be tod those exowers, everything felt even murkier than before.

Fox cx2, Ched stood there without a word, his usual banter nowhere to be found.

Wen eroully said, "Nothing specific-just trying to clear up the doubts gnawing at

me.

Sometimes, people did things just to find a little peace in their own heads. After a beat, Gerard asked, "When are

you heading back to Jeurwell?"

'T'll decide it later," Kristian muttered vaguely.

Gerard picked up on his boss's half-hearted tone and could tell the regret over the divorce from Freya was

creeping in stronger by the day.

(But what was done, was done. Smistakes couldn't be undone. There was nothing Kristian could do now to

rewrite the past.

in the days that followed, Freya went on with her life, while Kristian, aside from sending her flowers daily, would

drop by the Briggs Group now and then to catch a glimpse of her.

He knew she didn't want to be bothered, but he also knew he had to make it look like he was still pursuing her -

for the sake of that mysterious mastermind.

He'd already failed her once as a husband, he couldn't afford to blow it again. Soon enough, September rolled

toward its end.

It had been five days since Melvin received the first mysterious contact.

Then on September 29th, someone reached out to Melvin again, instructing him to initiate the second phase of

the plan during the company's end-of-month retreat.

The objective was simple to make Freya's relationship with Melvin public within the Briggs Group.

Melvin relayed the update to Freya.

That afternoon, they were both at the Briggs Group headquarters.

After laying out the details, Melvin asked, "How do you want to handle this? Looks like quite a few people are

involved in the retreat."

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Even if Freya gave the green light, he'd never go through with it-even if it was all just for show.

Reputation meant something. And he couldn't let her go off the rails.

"You don't need to worry," Freya told him, her voice firm. "| already know who's behind this." "I'll meet with her

later."

Before the incident with Farrah, she hadn't been certain, but now she was

Now that she was sure, it was tto confront the truth.

Melvin didn't push for more answers. "Wantto go with you?”

"No, I'll go alone," Freya declined.

Later that afternoon, in a quaint café humming with warmth and soft chatter, Freya sat across from a polished

young woman. It was Norah, the swoman who had called her when Farrah was dragged to the hospital for

an abortion.

As the barista set down their drinks, Norah blinked at her in surprise and said, "Honestly, didn't expect you to

askout for coffee. You need something from me?"

"Actually, | wanted to invite you somewhere else, more than just for coffee." Freya stirred her cup, voice calm.

Norah grinned, her vibe easygoing and open, seemingly missing the tension beneath Freya's words. "If it's you

inviting, I'm in."

"Really?" Freya asked.

Of course," Norah said with a casual shrug. "Still haven't toldwhy we're here, though."

"A few days back, when | saw Farrah, she mentioned wanting to treat you to dinner," Freya said lightly. "She

still hasn't properly thanked you for helping her out that day."

"That was no big deal,” Norah laughed. “No need for all the fuss."

"Maybe not to you, but for her, it meant saving her child." Freya kept the tone light. "She's cooking for you

tonight at her place-made quite a spread."

"Where's she staying?" Norah asked.

Freya stopped stirring, locking eyes with her. "Don't you already know?"

"Huh?" Norah looked genuinely confused.

"Didn't you tell Felipe where she was?" Freya asked, straight to the point.

Norah's brows knit together. "What are you talking about?"

Freya watched her closely, not saying a word.

"Did you get something mixed up? Or did someone fill your head with nonsense?"

Norah asked. "I haven't spoken to Felipe since | got back to Alerith."

"There's no point pretending, Miss Russell," Freya said, voice steady.

"| seriously don't know anything," Norah replied, her face the picture of innocence.

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Her expression was so convincing that if Freya hadn't dug deeper after her suspicions, she might've fallen for it.

Norah's forehead creased. "So you broughthere today to accuseof tipping off Felipe?"

"Yes." Freya didn't dance around it.

"I swear | didn't. Whoever said that-cut them off," Norah insisted, her manner still calm. "I don't even know

where Farrah is. And even if | did, | wouldn't tell Felipe. I've got nothing anst her."

"You might not have anything against her, but you do against me," Freya said, quietly admiring the performance.

"You've got a thing for Kristian, don't you?"

Norah's confusion only deepened. "Me? Into Kristian? If that were true, why would

| turn down my grandpa's offer to arrange a marriage with him?"

"Norah Russell," Freya said calmly.

Norah met her gaze.

"It's just us here. No point pretending anymore. The fact that I'm even sitting here with you means | know it was

you," Freya stated plainly.

"If I didn't do it, then | didn't. Nothing else to say," Norah replied, standing to leave.

Freya caught her wrist, firm but not harsh. "Sit. We're not done."

Norah furrowed her brows at her, clearly annoyed.

Freya, on the other hand, held her gaze-calm, unflinching, and resolute.

At last, Norah gave in. She sank back into her seat, letting her purse fall onto the table with a sharp thud, her

frustration thinly veiled. "Spit it out already. After this, I'm erasing you from my life."

"You missed your calling," Freya remarked, unfazed. "You'd have made one hell of an actress."

If Ashley had been half as clever, things back then could've turned out a lot worse. Freya rarely let her guard

down-but even she had almost been fooled by Norah. "Cut the sarcasm and get to the point," Norah snapped,

visibly irritated. Her reaction was flawless-exactly how someone wrongly accused would behave.

"Ashley's car crash, the photo leak, the attack on me, the setup at the hotel with Trent, and the bribe to Melvin -

all your handiwork, right?" Freya's voice was calm, composed, with an edge of finality.

Norah stared at her like she'd lost her mind. "Why the hell would | do any of that?"