She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Could Ashley Be Responsible

The team leader stepped forward, retrieving a bank card from his wallet and offering it to Freya with an

apologetic gesture.

Freya examined it briefly, recorded the card number, and returned it to him with a curt nod.

She dispatched the phone number to Frederick for investigation and forwarded the card details to her assistant

for the financial transfer.

After completing these arrangements, she tucked her phone away. "The money will be transferred shortly. Once

you've settled the penalty, forwardthe other party's account information. And refrain from accepting such

assignments in the future."

*Absolutely!*

"We promise."

"Thank you."

Everyone responded with exaggerated politeness, their expressions swimming with remorse.

"By the way," Freya added, her gaze hardening as she regarded the phone resting on the table, "where might |

find the owner of this device?*

"We have no idea..." They shook their heads in unison. "That person merely instructed us to deliver the phone

here, place it on the table, then render you unconscious upon arrival. No additional information was provided."

"Got it" Freya's eyes darkened perceptibly. Noticing their lingering presence, she continued, "If you're concerned

about payment, you're welcto wait until the funds arrive."

She intended to remain for an additional half hour, intrigued by what the orchestrator of this trap might have

planned

"That won't be necessary. We trust your word, Tim declared earnestly.

"| appreciate that," Freya responded simply.

The group of bodyguards departed shortly thereafter.

For her protection, Freya positioned a baseball bat within arm's reach

She secured the door, retrieved Trent's phone, and discovered it unlocked. Scrolling it, she found a message in

their conversation, identical to the one she had received earlier.

Frederick called promptly, and Freya answered. He launched directly into his findings. "That numb established

and lacks verification."

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"| suspected as much." Freya felt a headache building behind her temples. Why had complications suddenly

multiplied? First, she walked into an ambush. Then, someone hired thugs to incapacitate her. Such amateur

tactics diverged from her typical adversaries’ methods.

Who could possibly be responsible?

"Freya," Frederick continued, concern threading through his voice, "I've noticed a pattern of targeted incidents

lately. Have you provoked someone's enmity?"

Freya maintained her previous theory. "More likely someone harboring feelings for Kristian. A genuine enemy

would employ far more sophisticated methods."

Her true opponents would attempt something genuinely life-threatening.

"But I've investigated thoroughly and found no suspicious individuals," Frederick remarked, perplexed.

“Let's set it aside for now," Freya said, unwilling to expend valuable energy on the matter. "We'll address it when

necessary. After my divorce from Kristian is finalized, we can conduct a proper investigation."

"Exercise caution then."

"I know."

Moments after ending the call, her assistant messaged her. "Funds transferred successfully."

Freya replied with a concise, "Acknowledged."

Having resolved these matters, Freya surveyed the room methodically.

After confirming the absence of surveillance equipment, she gripped the baseball bat and retreated to the

bedroom to rest.

Approximately twenty minutes later, the distinct sound of a key entering the lock reached her ears.

Instantly vigilant, Freya rose silently, positioning herself behind the bedroom door with the bat poised, prepared

to confront the intruder.

The lock disengaged, and a tall figure with elegant, slender legs entered the premises.

His polished shoes created rhythmic taps against the floor with each calculated step, intensifying the

atmosphere, though Freya maintained her composure.

Within moments, the man approached the bedroom, placed his hand deliberately on the handle, and pushed the

door open.

As he crossed the threshold, Freya swung the bat with controlled force, carefully moderating her strength to

avoid inflicting serious injury.

The bat halted mid-trajectory.

The man, emanating an aura of cold calculation, had caught it firmly. Recognizing his combat proficiency, Freya

tightened her grip and launched a swift kick.

Though he evaded with remarkable speed, her foot connected. He released the bat and retreated several paces.

The entire confrontation transpired in mere seconds.

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Freya prepared to press her advantage when recognition dawned, prompting her startled exclamation, "Trent?"

"Mina?" Trent's eyes widened as he identified his assailant.

In unison, they questioned, "Why are you here?"

"A few minutes ago, someone knocked at my door, leaving behind a letter and

room card," Trent explained, visibly relaxing his defensive posture while adjusting

his gold-rimmed asses. "The letter claimed a young woman had been kidnapped in this very room."

Freya's brow furrowed in confusion.

Trent elaborated further, "The message stated they couldn't risk antagonizing the kidnappers or involving law

enforcement, so they discreetly providedwith access to rescue her."

Freya's expression transformed as comprehension dawned. "You're currently staying at this hotel?" she inquired.

"Indeed." Trent nodded, his scholarly appearance exuding a particular charm. "My initial instinct was to alert the

authorities, but concern for the victim's wellbeing promptedto investigate personally. | never anticipated

finding you here."

Freya acknowledged with a thoughtful nod, realizing someone had orchestrated this scenawith full awareness

of Trent's identity.

Whoever plotted this possessed considerable cunning.

"And yourself?" Trent prompted.

Freya exited the bedroom, deposited the baseball bat on the table, and presented him with his phone. "Someone

appropriated your device to message me, addressingas 'Mina'. Without questioning its authenticity, | came

directly here."

Trent examined the message, a subtle frown crossing his features.

Settling onto the sofa, Freya engaged him in analyzing their predicament. "Your awareness leaves much to be

desired. You failed to notice your phone's disappearance. If you returned to active duty, the Captain would

reprimand you severely for such carelessness."

Trent reflected momentarily, deducing the theft likely occurred during his assistance to a stranger in the parking

area.

"Your ability to authenticate communications hardly surpasses mine," he countered with a knowing smile while

securing his phone. "The Captain would certainly admonish you equally."

Freya found herself without a suitable retort.

Rather than continuing their verbal sparring, she redirected attention to the day's peculiar events. "This situation

remains unresolved."

If the orchestrator's plan involved merely luring her here and subsequently bringing Trent to the slocation,

what ultimate purpose could they have? "Could Ashley Bradley be responsible?" Trent ventured, considering the

most plausible candidate. "Perhaps arranging for Kristian to discover us together in compromising

circumstances."

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Such a scenawould lead Kristian to misinterpret Freya's actions, potentially intensifying her disaffection.

toward him. Wouldn't that accomplish the desired outcome?

"She lacks the intellectual capacity for such intricate manipulation," Freya asserted confidently, dismissing

Ashley's capabilities. "Furthermore, she wouldn't possess the resources to arrange for someone to surreptitiously

obtain your

phone."

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