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Chapter 112
Amused. Freya chuckled again. “He’s assured when you’re under his nose. That’s why he wasn’t bothered with
you.”
Upon hearing that, Isabella fell into deep thought.
Freya squinted her gaze and suggested, “If you really like my brother, why don’t you spend more time with Chris
these days?”
Isabella seemed disdainful of the idea. “Isn’t Chris in Caltun right now? Besides, I hate his careless attitude. Why
would I want to spend time with him?”
Indeed, Chris was in Caltun, which could be a problem.
Freya thought for a moment before promising, “Leave it to me. Chris will definitely return to Vroria in a few days.”
Isabella had a complicated look.
“Frey, you don’t think your brother will be jealous because of this, do you?”
“If you really want to know, why not give it a try?”
Although the tactic was a bit shady, it was the only way to bring out Braxton’s true feelings.
As long as Chris behaved badly enough, enough to make Braxton think that Isabella marrying Chris was worse than
having no offspring, then Braxton would naturally bring Isabella back.
Freya’s plan sounded good, so Isabella agreed.
After hanging up the video call, Freya was faced with a problem.
She wondered how she was going to get Chris to return to Vroria.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, last time at the club, even the men sent by Chris’s grandfather failed to catch him.
Freya pondered for a while and decided to be frank with Chris. She found his number on her phone and
dialed it.
When the call was connected, the background on the other end sounded chaotic with music blasting and
stuff.
Freya was a little dazed when she heard Chris shout, “Quiet!”
Immediately, the other end became silent.
Chris’s voice came over. “Frey, what’s up?”
Freya twitched her lips. But thinking of her coming request, she softened her attitude and voice.
“Chris, I have something to discuss with you.”
The other end of the line fell silent for a few seconds, and Chris’s voice sounded a little flustered ‘Frey. you can just
tell me if there’s anything. Please don’t speak like that. It’s scary.”
Sneering in her heart, Freya kept her voice friendly. “Do you have time?”
“What do you want to do? I see you as my little sister. You’re not trying to ask me out, are you? I’m a loyal and
righteous man!” Chris sounded scared.
Freya took a deep breath. Thinking that it was impossible to explain over the phone, she simply asked, “Where are
you now? I’ll come to find you.”
“Trinity Club. Room 801.”
“Alright, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
Then, she hung up the phone.
After changing her clothes, Freya quietly left the mansion and drove to Trinity Club.
By the time she arrived, it was already 8 p.m. The first floor of the club was lively. Freya got into the VIP elevator
and went straight to the eighth floor.
When she arrived at the door of Room 801, she ran into two headliner hostesses who were about to enter the
room. They smiled at her.
Freya thought of something and pushed open the door.
There were about eight people in the room. Chris was not among the singers on the outer circle.
Freya walked toward the inner circle. At the poker table, she saw Chris, Mikael, and two men whom she didn’t know.
Then, she also saw Radley.
At the sight of her, Chris smiled guiltily and kept glancing toward Radley.
“Frey, why are you looking for me? Come sit and tell me.”
Saying so, he gave up his seat, which was right next to Radley.
After Freya sat down, she looked at the cards on the table and replied. “We can talk later. Do you need another
player?”
Mikael curled his lips and looked at the man beside him.
The man immediately said. T’m not playing anymore. Miss Kaufmann can take my place.”
Just like that, they continued playing poker. Freya didn’t want to reveal her purpose in front of Radley. She planned
to find a chance to speak with Chris privately.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUpon playing a few rounds, she got more and more chips, yet Radley showed no intention of leaving Finally. Freya
couldn’t help but call out to Chris. “Chris, can you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you in private.”
After spending almost the entire day at the company, at about 530 p.m., Freya drove to Evergreen
University
It was the weekend, and she was going to do her weekly live stream.
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When she arrived at Evergreen University, Edward was already waiting at the gate. He immediately got into the car
when Freya pulled up.
During the drive back home. Freya noticed that he seemed a bit down.
“Edward, how’s school been lately?”
Previously, the students at Evergreen University had been spreading rumors about Edward being her gigolo.
So. Freya felt a bit guilty. “I heard about what happened before. People were spreading rumors about us at school.
I’ll clarify it during my live broadcast tonight.”
Edward immediately reacted. “Frea, don’t listen to those people’s nonsense! I didn’t take it to heart.”
With a smile. Freya commented, “You’re still young and don’t have a girlfriend yet. Those rumors are bad for your
reputation.”
“It’s okay. It’s just that the hospital called. They told me that Jamie’s condition isn’t looking good” Edward lowered
his head. Gloom crept up his handsome face.
Hearing that, Freya frowned. She had read Jamie’s medical record and knew that further observation was needed
before the surgery could be performed.
If Jamie’s condition got worse now, he might not be able to have the surgery.
“Don’t worry, Edward. I know a great doctor. If your brother’s condition is serious, I can ask her to perform the
surgery. No matter what, there’s always hope.” Freya comforted him.