She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 She's Absolutely Scandalous

"Miss Bradley askedto have a word with you and Melinda on her behalf," Freya explained with a forthright

honesty. "She's hoping for your blessing on her marriage to Kristian and to be welcomed into the Shaw family."

The smile on Ashley's face wavered, her gaze locking onto Freya with an intensity that betrayed her surprise at.

the directness of the request. She had not anticipated such blunt honesty from Freya.

"She might as well keep dreaming," Lionel scoffed dismissively.

"Understood," Freya replied cheerfully.

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After slight conversation, Lionel let a quiet sigh and finally hung up, clearly not wanting the call to end.

Freya turned to deliver the news to Ashley, whose displeasure was evident. "I've conveyed your wishes, and

Lionel's advice was to keep dreaming

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"You did that deliberately!" Ashley accused, her realization dawning late but with force.

Freya simply confirmed, "Yes, | did."

Ashley's voice rose in anger. "Why would you sabotagelike that? If you were opposed, you could have just

declined!"

Freya sipped her coffee calmly, choosing not to respond.

Ashley's hands balled into fists at her sides, her frustration palpable.

Lionel and Melinda's disdain was nothing new, but Freya's actions had just exacerbated the situation, potentially

ruining any chance of improving Lionel's opinion of her. How could Freya do that?

"Don't fool yourself into thinking that Lionel and Melinda's fondness means you belong in the Shaw family,"

Ashley spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "Without Kristian's approval, you're essentially a nobody.".

Freya's reply was serene. "You're right."

As Ashley clamped her jaw tight, rage bubbled within her.

In stark contrast, Freya remained seated across from her, her demeanor

untouched and aloof, exuding an effortless grace.

This only intensified Ashley's sense of foolishness.

"Anything else you wish to add?" Freya inquired, her tone light and unconcerned.

Though Ashley yearned to storm out, memories of a recent ordeal held her back, and with eyes brimming with

tears, she ventured, "Was it you who orchestrated that incident at the hotel?"

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"No," Freya answered simply.

"You're denying it before | even specified what happened." Ashley shot back, her suspicions firm.

"Kristian mentioned it," Freya disclosed, without stirring the pot further. Her eyes held Ashley's briefly, a silent

exchange, before suggesting coldly, "Perhaps you should visit a hospital for a brain examination, maybe even

consider a CT scan."

The suggestion made Ashley's heart pound fiercely. Rumors of Freya's prowess in medicine had reached her ears.

Was it possible something was seriously wrong with her brain?

Ashley voiced her concern, her tone laced with unease. "What's wrong with my brain?"

"It might just be slightly off-track," Freya responded, her voice dripping with indifference.

Ashley clenched her cup so tightly her knuckles turned pale. Her glare was lethal enough to send shivers down

anyone's spine.

Freya remained largely silent after that.

When Freya rose to depart, Ashley shadowed her to the doorway.

There, Ashley seized Freya's arm.

Freya jerked back, as though Ashley's touch was repulsive, her annoyance palpable. "What do you want?"

"| want to show you that Kristian will chooseover you," Ashley whispered, her

voice a dangerous murmur that nonetheless reached Freya's ears.

In that instant, Freya saw Ashley not with sympathy but with a sorrowful pity, recognizing the self-inflicted nature

of her predicament.

She stared at Ashley, her words heavy with unspoken truths. "He chose you long before today."

She was baffled by Ashley's relentless fixation on Kristian, unable to grasp why she yearned for confirmation of

his love when he clearly belonged to her already. The whole situation struck her as ludicrous.

In Ashley's eyes, there flared a wild, desperate resolve.

As Ashley tensed, clearly gearing up for smelotic act, Freya cut her off sharply. "If you're concocting

stic scene-like pretending to trip or ‘accidentally’ running into something to pin it on me-think again.

There's a camera right over there capturing every

move."

Ashley's gaze darted to where Freya pointed, a cold wave of dread washing over her.

Realizing her plot could have easily unraveled, exposing her manipulation to Kristian, she understood that any

such antics would have obliterated all her carefully laid plans.

Freya, paying no further heed to Ashley's scheming, collected her belongings and strode away with an air of

dismissal.

Upon her arrival home, Freya's phone lit up with a flurry of messages from Frederick.

"You'll never guess what I've dug up!"

"The story of your soon-to-be ex-husband's first love is absolutely scandalous."

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"I am profoundly amazed!"

Freya, curiosity piqued, set aside her laptop and quickly called him back. "You actually dug through her past?"

Frederick's voice, tinged with a hint of remorse yet bubbling with eagerness, cthrough. "It was too tempting.

| had to see who dared to make such audacious statements. And believe me, I've stumbled upon a revelation

that's nothing short of explosive."

"Please, just keep it to yourself," Freya muttered, her voice dripping with disinterest.

"But don't you want to know the real reason she has returned?" Frederick's voice perked up with curiosity as he

uncovered more about Ashley during his investigation.

Freya's response was terse and indifferent. "That matter doesn't concern me."

"She's only cback to dip into Kristian's wealth," Frederick blurted out eagerly. "She wants to drain his wealth

just to keep sother guy comfortable.”

Freya scoffed, “Stop watching those daytsoap operas.”

"I'm dead serious!" Frederick protested, balancing the phone against his shoulder as he feverishly typed. He

quickly sent her a screenshot. "Check this out. It seems she ditched Kristian because he cut her off."

As Frederick rattled on, Freya's bewilderment only deepened.

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Her interest remained nonexistent. "You shouldn't be prying into people's lives like

this; remember, hacking is not just frowned upon-it's illegal here."

"But don't you have even a sliver of curiosity?" Frederick implored.

"Not the slightest," Freya replied curtly. With a firm press of a button, she ended

the call, her decision clear and

final.

The reasons behind Ashley's return and the details of her breakup were as irrelevant to her as ever.

She remained uninvolved as long as it didn't impact her directly.

In the meantime, Ashley made her way back to the upscale apartment Kristian

had secured for her and dialed his number, her voice quivering with emotion as she relayed Freya's actions

earlier that day.

Her voice, thick with distress, conveyed her shock. "I never imagined she would say something like that. Do you

think this will tarnish Lionel's view of me?" "Why did you even meet with her?" Kristian queried, his brow creased

in frustration, his desk cluttered with documents awaiting his attention.

The sound of Ashley's sobbing ceased abruptly. "Was it a mistake?" "Freya should not be involved in our affairs.

Leave your concerns to me; I'll sort them out."

Although Kristian's tone was calm, there was a trace of exhaustion in his words as he instructed, "Please, don

bring our issues to her again."

"I'm truly sorry," Ashley murmured.

"It's fine." Visions of Freya's scorn haunted Kristian as he assured Ashley, "Don't dwell on it too much. I'll stop

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Ashley responded in a low tone, seemingly compliant, yet internally she mulled

over his order to keep Freya

out of their issues.

Moments after they ended the call, the old phone hidden beneath her pillow

buzzed.

In that moment, her face drained of color.

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