She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Fabricating A Reason To Delay The…..

Once the police had departed, Gerard made his way back to the villa.

As he approached, he found Kristian surrounded by a cold, almost suffocating aura. His presence was as sharp as a dagger’s edge. “The police have taken them into custody,” Gerard said, his voice careful yet resolute.

Kristian, his expression unreadable, gave a slight nod. “Set up a meeting with Ashley for tomorrow,” he ordered. His eyes remained distant, as if watching something beyond the walls. “Also, dig deeper into the incident where Freya was attacked by that group in open areas. I want a full investigation.”

“Understood,” Gerard replied promptly, his mind already ticking off the next steps.

Kristian’s voice broke the silence again. “There’s one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“How’s the investigation into the hotel incident with Freya and Trent coming along?” he inquired, his tone still flat but tinged with the weight of expectation.

“We’ve gathered some information,” Gerard said, brow furrowed. “But it’s a bit puzzling. We’re waiting for the second round of findings to come through. I’ll update you as soon as we have more details.”

Kristian nodded briefly, his lips barely moving. “Alright.”

With that matter settled, Gerard remembered something else he needed to bring up.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a custom playing card, its edges neatly trimmed and its design subtle yet distinct. “This is from Mr. Yates. He asked me to pass it along to you.”

Kristian gave it a fleeting glance before walking over to the sofa. His movements were as composed as ever, his demeanor cool and distant.

He placed the card on the table, his voice as even as the surface of a still lake. “Tell him to find Zander on set. I don’t have time for his games.”

“No, that’s not it,” Gerard clarified quickly.

Kristian raised an eyebrow, the silence stretching between them.

“Mr. Yates mentioned that this card was left at his place when Ms. Briggs last visited,” Gerard continued, recounting every word without hesitation. “He wanted me to return it to you.”

The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, and Kristian’s curiosity stirred.

He took the card, a King of Diamonds, and turned it over in his hand. “She went to his house?”

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The idea seemed almost preposterous. Freya had always kept her distance from Felipe–so why visit his home? It didn’t add up.

As he turned the card over, something caught his attention. The material was unlike any standard deck–it was exceptionally thin, almost imperceptibly so, and it had a smoothness that felt unlike any card he had ever touched.

“Where did he get this?” Kristian asked, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. He fixed Gerard with a sharp

gaze.

Gerard was momentarily confused. Hadn’t he just explained? Freya had left it at Felipe’s place.

“Didn’t Felipe say anything else besides telling you to give this to me?” Kristian pressed, his fingers running across the smooth surface of the card.

If this were an ordinary item Freya had carelessly left behind, Felipe would have sent it to the Shaw Group office days ago.

But the fact that it was being returned in this manner only raised more questions.

Gerard, admiring his boss’s attention to detail, answered, “Mr. Yates did mention that if you want to know more about how Ms. Briggs left this card at his place, you should speak with him directly.”

Kristian paused, the gears in his mind turning.

He didn’t hesitate long. Grabbing his phone and car keys, he made for the door.

“Mr. Shaw,” Gerard called after him.

“Reschedule tomorrow morning’s meetings,” Kristian instructed, his voice as cold as ever. “I’m going to see Felipe.”

“And what about your divorce with Ms. Briggs in the afternoon?” Gerard asked, his voice laced with realization. “Postpone it,” Kristian said, a flicker of thought crossing his mind.

Gerard raised an eyebrow. “What’s the reason?”

“I went to the outskirts to find her tonight,” Kristian explained smoothly, already preparing his excuse. “The car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, and my phone died. I was stuck until the early hours. Then Felipe came to take me away for a discussion. I haven’t slept and I’m exhausted.”

Gerard nodded, relieved. “Understood.”

Trusting Gerard to handle the logistics, Kristian walked out, his steps steady and sure.

To cover his tracks, Gerard quickly sent a message to Freya, saying he was occupied, ensuring the situation remained under control.

This would ensure that Freya would remain none the wiser the next day.

Kristian hadn’t expected to find himself fabricating a reason to delay the divorce, but here he was. After a long drive, he arrived at Felipe’s villa an hour later.

Felipe, like Kristian, was accustomed to solitude.

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Around one in the morning, his villa was as silent as the grave, not a soul in sight.

Kristian, undeterred by the hour, stood before the door, pressing the doorbell relentlessly for nearly ten minutes, but received no answer.

Recalling the door code Felipe had once shared with him, Kristian entered it, the quiet click of the mechanism betraying his entry.

Moments later, he stepped inside the villa.

He closed the door softly behind him and called Felipe, making sure not to startle him.

Felipe’s phone rang, its sound piercing the quiet night like an unwelcome intruder.

Felipe’s groggy voice filtered through the line. “Kristian, are you out of your mind, calling at this hour?”

Kristian stayed silent, his presence an unseen shadow in the quiet room. With a frustrated grunt, Felipe tossed his phone to the floor and curled into his blankets, intending to sleep through the disturbance.

Meanwhile, Kristian flicked on the living room lights, casting a cold glow through the darkened house. His footsteps echoed sharply as he began ascending the stairs.

The rhythmic thud of his leather shoes was the only sound in the otherwise still villa.

Felipe, now wide awake, gripped the covers tighter, his heart racing in his chest.

Oh no.

Was there really a ghost in the house?