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Meanwhile, after Alan and Toby stepped out, Gerard couldn't help himself. “Sir, do you think Mr. Briggs actually
has a thing for you?” He'd definitely noticed the way Alan kept glancing over during the meeting.
“No,” Kristian replied coolly, his face unreadable.
Gerard looked intrigued. How could Kristian be so certain?
“I'm guessing he’s Freya's cousin,” Kristian said, thinking his hunch was probably right. “He likely already knows
about the divorce.”
“Cousin?”
Gerard looked genuinely surprised.
“Are we still going for dinner later?” Gerard asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
In his mind, Kristian, who had once deeply hurt Alan's cousin, should feel the weight of this dinner invitation like
a trap set by fate. It was like walking straight into the lion's den.
When Kristian finally spoke, his gaze a turbulent sea of emotions, barely veiled beneath a calm exterior, he
replied, “Why not?” His voice remained steady.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDespite knowing he was stepping into hostile territory, where Alan’s grudge simmered just below the surface,
Kristian had compelling reasons to face the ordeal. Alan wasn’t just anyone; he was Freya's relative, the one
person Kristian couldn't risk upsetting.
Half an hour later, Alan's secretary finalized the dinner arrangements and escorted Kristian to the restaurant.
Freya stood quietly by the doorway, her eyes following them as they disappeared into the distance.
As the day dwindled into evening, Freya's plans took an unexpected turn. Just as she was preparing to leave for
home, her phone rang. It was Winslow Alvarez, her maternal grandfather, inviting her to visit. Winslow, a man of
profound influence and a complex history, had always cast a long shadow over her life.
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Ever since they were children, he had shown nothing but kindness to both her and Ethel—always patient, always
attentive, like a doting grandfather you'd read about in storybooks. If she hadn't uncovered the truth—that he
had once pressured her mother into a cold, loveless arranged marriage—she would have continued holding onto
the image of him as a warm, gentle elder who meant no harm.
With a brief message to Ethel informing her of the change in plans, Freya was picked up by a driver sent
personally by Winslow.
By the tshe arrived, the sky had already turned a deep shade of indigo—it was seven in the evening.
Their evening unfolded in the familiar, intimate setting of Winslow's dining room, where history and the present
mingled over a quiet meal shared between just the two of them.
When the meal had ended, Winslow invited her for a stroll through the garden, his hands clasped behind his back
as he walked at an unhurried pace.
Freya could tell he wasn't just out for
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“And how did he treat you?” Winslow inquired, his expression softening.
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