My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

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Chris still wore a look of anger on his face. He and Radley had been good friends for many years, and they had watched Hannah
grow up.
As he sat on the sofa, he appeared gloomy. “What’s going on with Hannah? There are so many outstanding boys around her.
Why has her taste become so unique? Baxter doesn’t seem like a good person.”
Poppy smiled from the side. “It could be his persuasion skills are good. He managed to captivate Hannah. As a young lady like
Hannah, she has never lacked material things, so she is more inclined to pursue spiritual satisfaction.”
Freya sighed deeply. “I just hope Chris’ warning will be effective.”
His face turned cold. That’s not a warning.”
After Baxter and Hannah left, the six of them chatted for a while.
Before leaving. Freya remembered to remind Chris and Mikael. “Chris, Mick, if Hannah asks you for money recently, don’t lend it
to her for now.”
Mikael nodded. “We understand.”
After leaving Trinity Club, Radley accompanied Freya home.
On the way, she received Hannah’s bank account number again.
Hannah texted, ‘Freya, I see you as my future sister-in-law. I hope you and my brother can at least try accepting Baxter. If not,
then don’t interfere with me and him!
Freya frowned as she read the message. “It seems that Hannah still has doubts. Chris’ warning to Baxter during today’s
gathering implied the two of us.”
The car had already stopped in front of the Kaufmann family’s gate.
Radley’s tone was cold. “Both you and I were present. If Chris dares to make a move, it’s definitely with our consent. Hannah is
smart.”
She sighed softly. Then, let’s wait a few days and let her calm down first.”

Freya opened the car door, intending to get out, but was stopped by Radley grabbing her wrist.
“What’s wrong?” She turned her head in confusion.
His eyes were deep. “Did you forget something?”
Freya replied, “No”
Radley leaned in as soon as she finished speaking. The familiar and comforting scent surrounded them.

They lingered and kissed for several minutes, and Freyay face blushed lightly. “Tll go back first”
“Okay” Radley’s your was low and hoarse.
Reluctant to watch Freya get out of the car, he didn’t leave until her figure disappeared on the road inside the Kaufmann family’s
gate.
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Freya woke up early the following morning.
After getting ready, she sent a message to Leah. ‘I won’t go to Wonder Aroma today. You take care of it.”
Leah quickly replied to the message.
Freya chuckled. Since becoming the vice president, Leah was very dedicated to her work. Freya was right.
about her.
After breakfast, she left her house and drove to Brandon’s place.
After driving for about half an hour, she parked the car at the entrance of the traditional courtyard. Freya walked up to the
courtyard gate and lightly knocked on it. Soon, she heard Mrs. Lane’s familiar voice from
inside.
“Who is it?”
She chuckled softly. “It’s me, Mrs. Lane. Freya.”

The courtyard gate quickly opened, and Trisha’s face lit up when she saw Freya.
“Frey, it’s been so long since you last came. Come in.”
After Freya entered, Trisha looked outside and asked, “Did Radley not come with you today?”
“No, today I just wanted to come and see you and Master.” Freya smiled.
As they spoke, her eyes glanced toward the main house.
The weather had gotten hot, and there were many mosquitoes in Caltun. The main house had a screen door, which was slightly
open, but it was quickly closed when she looked over.
She chuckled. “It seems like Master is angry. Maybe it’s because I haven’t come in a while.”
Trisha laughed and replied, “The older he gets, the stranger he becomes. He wants you to come and see him, but he always
gets angry. Go in and see him. What would you like to eat for lunch? I’ll make it for
you.”
Freya smiled and hooked her arm with Trisha’s, ordering a few dishes. “Mrs. Lane, let me know if you need help later.”
Trisha nodded with a smile. “Alright.”
After entering the main house, Freya glanced to the side. Brandon was sitting at a small table, rubbing a piece of wood in his

hand. The water on the tea table next to him had already boiled.
She smiled, went over, moved the teapot aside, and then made some tea and brought it to Brandon.
“Are you still angry?”
Brandon ignored her with a cold face.
Freya blinked and placed the tea in front of him. “Master, what are you doing?”
Only then did Brandon coldly say, “Can’t you understand what I’m doing? If you can’t, then it means your studies are not up to
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She chuckled awkwardly. I’m usually busy.”
“You know that you come here less often.” He snorted coldly, slammed the small wooden block in his hand. onto the table, and
picked up the teacup in front of him. Then, he sipped and muttered, “Why is it so hot?”
Freya smiled and said, “I rinsed it with boiled water. Master, be careful. Do you want me to bring you some
snacks?”
“No need.” He glanced at Freya. “What’s been going on with you lately? You haven’t been visiting me much since you came back
from abroad. Do you still want to learn after all this time of apprenticeship?”
She repeatedly replied, “I do. I do.”
She sat beside him and whispered, “Master, you know I have some things to take care of. Don’t worry, I’ll finish them soon. After
that, I promise to come and study every day.”
He sighed and said, “Actually, it doesn’t matter if you learn. I’ve already written everything I’ve learned in my lifetime in that book,
and I’ve already passed it on to you.”
She nodded and asked, “Master, didn’t we complete the construction of the exhibition hall we discussed earlier? What’s your
observation of it?”
Brandon waved his hand dismissively and replied, “It’s not meaningful. I initially thought building exhibition halls would promote
the intangible cultural heritage of tenon-mortise. However, it turns out that most visitors only take photos or praise it without truly
understanding its essence. I don’t want to engage with them.”
Freya chuckled and suggested, “Then, you can establish some rules, like no photography allowed inside.”
Brandon shook his head and said, “Forget it. That would be too troublesome. If there are too many rules, it won’t feel like an
exhibition hall anymore.”
After chatting for a while, Freya learned a few details from Brandon.
The morning passed by quickly.

During lunchtime, Trisha prepared the meal and called them to eat.
Upon entering the dining room, Freya discussed the history of tenon-mortise with Brandon, which greatly sparked his interest.
After finishing their meal, she checked Trisha’s pulse. “Mrs. Lane’s health is great now. It seems that our homeland’s natural
scenery enhances one’s well-being.”