Divorce Anxiety novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 Your Answer

Freya spoke sharply as she sat on the edge of the bed. “We’ve got a situation back at Axeworth Corporation.”

Gizem’s brows furrowed. “What happened?”

“There’s a traitor among us.” Freya shot a side-eyed look at the former.

“You know who it is?” Gizem asked.

With eyes still locked on Gizem’s face, Freya answered, “Honestly, I think it’s best if you stop using this hyper-realistic face mask. Someone else has been using your current face and going around causing trouble. Not only has she upset Blissful Sect, but she’s also provoked other organizations. I hear people have already hired assassins to come for you.”

Assassins? The thought sparked a dagger-like sharpness in Gizem’s face. “Let them come. I’m not afraid of them.”

After all, it was not her first time dancing on the thin blade between life and death.

Still, Freya urged, “Shouldn’t you focus on finding the impostor since it’s a pressing matter?”

“There’s no need. I already know who it is.” Gizem then calmly revealed, “Lauren Xenos.”

“Lauren?” A hard look formed on the dubious Freya’s face. “How’s that possible?”

“A few days ago, she posed as me and lost a hefty sum in Lusterg’s casinos,” Gizem instantly replied. “Her actions caused Samuel to misunderstand my intentions. At the time, I phoned Master and asked him to resolve this matter. However, it’s been days, and he still hasn’t made a move. It even seems like he’s allowing things to intensify.”

Freya hesitated but eventually chimed in on the topic, “Gizem, don’t you think that Master has gotten old?”

“Old?” Gizem raised a brow.

Nodding, Freya elaborated her argument. “Yeah. He’s old now and can no longer make prompt decisions, so we can’t rely on him. Do you understand?”

A dark gleam flitted across Gizem’s eyes when she heard that. “What are you implying?”

That was when Freya stood up and approached her. “Gizem, Aren’t you here to complete a mission under his orders? Isn’t it odd that Master never deigned to tell you what the mission is about? What if he asks you to sacrifice your life? Would you do it?”

“He’s not that cruel,” Gizem’s icy tone defended.

At that, Freya’s nose scrunched up into a sneer. “You’re wrong. He is a cruel man.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone says even the most vicious tiger would never harm its cubs. But do you know that Master’s only son died in his hands?” Freya’s tone dripped with disdain as she pointed out, “Otherwise, given his age, he would’ve retired long ago. Yet, he’s still the leader of our corporation to this day. It’s obviously because he has no successor.”

True enough, Gizem had previously overheard Axeworth Corporation’s members discussing that Theodore had a son, whom he accidentally pushed off a cliff.

Freya’s growl-like voice added, “Gizem. Lauren has already made her move, and she’s always seen you as her enemy. There’s no way she’s letting you off easily should her schemes continue to fail.”

Despite learning that, Gizem remained impassive. “Oh? Weren’t you two a team?”

Freya shook her head. “Of course not. Please think it through, Gizem. We desperately need you on our side. Plus, if you’re willing to join us and complete this incredible task of overthrowing him, we’ll allow you to become Axeworth Corporation’s second-in-command.”

“We? Is someone else working with you?” Gizem grimly questioned as she was quick to notice.

“Zack. Either way, most of Axeworth Corporation’s members have agreed to our plan. All that remains is you.”

“What about those who disagree?” Gizem sat back down.

“Those guys?” Freya scoffed. “Half of them plan to betray the organization while the other half are on Lauren’s side. So, once we overthrow Master, we’ll eliminate all of them.”

Never did Gizem expect the adorable Freya to be so ruthless.

The former retained a grave tone while asking, “Freya, do you guys really need my help?”

Absolute sincerity filled Freya’s eyes right then. “Yes.”

“Do you guys need me, or my money?” Gizem spoke again with an even chillier voice that made Freya tense up.

The organization relied solely on the drugs that Gizem developed to generate income.

Thus, anyone who could secure Gizem on their side would successfully take over the organization.

Samuel icily ignored her words and did what he came here to—interrogate her. “Do you know about this thing called liquid ecstasy?”

Liquid ecstasy? Gizem’s lips pursed from the sudden tension she felt.

“Some people have recently gotten drugged with this. A new batch of killers has arrived in Jadeborough, and it seems like they’re here to assassinate the creator of liquid ecstasy.

Upon hearing this, Gizem frowned. “Is this news reliable?”

“My informants are always reliable,” replied a frosty-looking Samuel.

“If that’s the case, I think it’s best if I stay away from Florinia Manor. You and the kids live there, after all. I don’t want to get you guys in any trouble.”

“Florinia Manor has the best security, so you don’t have to worry,” Samuel cooly interjected. “I’m merely helping you for the sake of my daughter.”

He made it very clear that he had no other intentions toward her.

Gizem’s lips pursed into a taut line. “You don’t have to explain, Mr. Macari. I know you’re not interested in me now that you’ve seen what I truly look like. Rest assured. I don’t have any improper thoughts toward you.”

That was when Samuel indifferently cut in. “Even so, you will resolve those things if you want to continue staying here. I’ll give you one night to make up your mind. Either you tell me everything, and I’ll help you settle the matter, or you leave this place.”

Gizem was startled by his threat.

Moments ago, she was mentally praising him for being a kind man, yet that thought no longer existed. She now saw the man before her as a demon.

Even if she ignored the repercussions of leaving, she still needed to face a perilous journey back to the organization.

Gizem could only hope that Theodore could settle the internal dispute within Axeworth Corporation.

Otherwise, there would only be endless trouble.

“All right. I’ll think about it,” she said.

Eyes narrowing to slits, Samuel spoke again. “You’ll have only one day to sit on it. I expect your answer this time tomorrow.”