She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 He Would Never Betray Freya

“Could you clarify that a bit more? I honestly have no idea what you’re saying right now.” Frederick spoke up, his forehead creased, clearly not understa

understanding.

Kristian, caught off–guard, hesitated, the words seeming to stick in his throat.

Gerard disguised his chuckle with a forced cough, trying not to let it slip.

He silently offered an apology, feeling a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t meant to laugh–it just burst out before he could stop it.

Breaking the tense silence, Kristian’s voice cut through the air, each syllable deliberate and heavy with intent. “I need to know everything about Freya. Name your price,” he declared, dropping any facade of casual inquiry.

Frederick’s eyes widened momentarily in realization, then narrowed as he leaned in slightly, a mix of intrigue and disbelief coloring his tone. “Are you suggesting I spy for you?” he inquired.

“You could certainly put it that way,” Kristian stated bluntly, his gaze unwavering.

**No way,” Frederick exclaimed almost instinctively, his hands spreading in a gesture of refusal. “If I were to do that, it wouldn’t just be Freya who’d never forgive me–our common friends would see it as a betrayal as well.” His thoughts turned to Freya, her kindness and loyalty vivid in his mind. How could he betray her? He would never do that.

“If you reconsider, I’m prepared to offer ten million dollars,” Kristian declared, eyes locked on Frederick with quiet determination.

Frederick shook his head firmly, not a trace of hesitation in his voice. “This isn’t about money. I’m Freya’s friend–and friends don’t sell each other out like that.”

Kristian leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. “I’m not asking you to betray her. I just want to understand her better.”

Frederick’s brows pulled together, his tone turning serious. “But she doesn’t want you to understand her. She doesn’t even like you. To her, whatever this is–it feels like you’re invading her space.” He spoke with an unshakable earnestness, the kind that only came from someone young and fiercely loyal. “Being chased around by someone you can’t stand? That’s not flattering–it’s exhausting.”

Kristian’s eyes flashed with a hint of frostiness, his expression hardening.

From the sidelines, Gerard discreetly flashed Frederick a supportive thumbs–up, admiring his courage. It was a rare sight to see someone push back against Kristian’s intimidating presence so boldly.

“And why did you believe she can’t stand me?” Kristian asked, his voice sharp as a blade, cutting through the

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tense air.

“She’s blocked all means of contacting her. Isn’t that message clear enough?” Frederick’s heart raced with nervousness, but his belief in Freya’s support gave him the courage to carry on. “Freya rarely cuts people off. If she’s gone to that extent with you, it clearly means she wants nothing to do with you.”

Kristian’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind them. “She’s already unblocked me.”

Frederick paused, momentarily thrown off.

After a brief moment to gather his thoughts, he responded with calculated indifference, “That simply means you’re now insignificant to her. She doesn’t care enough to even bother blocking you anymore.”

That one sentence hit Kristian like a sucker punch straight to the chest.

He remembered Freya’s face as she unblocked him, her expression devoid of emotion, her voice icy as she declared it done.

That cold, detached demeanor seemed to signal she was severing ties, wanting nothing more to do with him. “Fifty million dollars,” Kristian stated, raising the offer without hesitation.

Frederick’s response was steady, betraying no hint of temptation. “I’ve already said–it’s not about the money.” “One hundred million,” Kristian countered swiftly, his voice firm.

“I can’t betray Freya,” Frederick reiterated, his loyalty unwavering.

“One billion,” Kristian said, his tone now bordering on desperation.

Frederick wasn’t swayed by the astronomical sum; instead, he viewed Kristian’s escalating offers as a child’s tantrum in a man’s suit.

He stood up, his posture rigid, signaling the end of the discussion. “Whether it’s one billion, ten billion, or a hundred billion, my loyalty to Freya isn’t for sale.”

“Are you certain?” Kristian pressed, his eyebrow arching.

“Absolutely,” Frederick affirmed, resolute.

“Then I’ll just have to tell Freya it was you who slipped me her home address,” Kristian said evenly, still seated, his gaze piercing. “How do you think she’ll react?”

Frederick’s resolve faltered at those words.

In that moment, he was no longer the cheerful, carefree companion always seen by Freya’s side. A shadow of seriousness fell over his youthful features, marking a sudden, striking maturity.

He locked, eyes with Kristian, his voice laced with conviction. “Freya’s not going to do anything. She knows exactly the kind of man I am. Even if something does happen, she’ll believe in me–because we’re friends.”

The seven of them had never wavered in their faith in one another. Their bond ran deep, built on years of unwavering loyalty and trust.

They teased, laughed, and messed around, but when it really mattered, they had each other’s backs without question.

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Frederick interjected, his tone earnest, “If your affection for Freya is genuine, you should honor her wishes.”

He regarded Kristian critically, seeing him as somewhat foolish in matters of the heart. “If you can’t manage that, then at least stop dragging her into your mess and causing her pain.”

A cold aura enveloped Kristian, his demeanor turning frosty.

He shot back, a hint of challenge in his voice. “And on what grounds do yo advise me so boldly?”

“As a friend of Freya’s,” Frederick answered without skipping a beat.

Kristian’s expression hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t just walk away from Freya–not until he resolved the furmoil of his own emotions.

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Noticing Kristian’s resolve, Frederick pressed on, “I’m aware of the strains between you and Freya. How can you profess to care for her if you lack trust in her?”

Kristian’s chest tightened as the words sank in, igniting a flicker of unease he didn’t show on his face.

“Tell me, if Freya were in a room with your family and tragedy struck, wouldn’t you harbor suspicions?”

Frederick responded immediately, his voice firm, “No. I know exactly the kind of person Freya is–I trust her with my life.”

With the air thick between them, the conversation drew to a close.

Kristian offered Frederick a deep, unreadable look, then stood and exited without another word, leaving the weight of their exchange hanging in the air.

As Frederick watched him stride through the door, he exhaled deeply, feeling the clammy sweat soaking his back.

The intensity that Kristian exuded was just too overwhelming for him.

His heart had raced wildly, his nerves jangling with fear.

Kristian was not just intimidating–he was downright terrifying.

Seeking some semblance of solace, Frederick quickly tapped out a message in the chat group. “Freya, I think you owe me something for calming my nerves. I was practically petrified by Kristian just now!”

Meanwhile, Freya was anxiously awaiting a call from Melvin.

Earlier, when she had tried reaching him, he was swamped and had merely texted her to wait.

Upon seeing Frederick’s message, her curiosity piqued, and she queried, “What did he want from you, exactly?” Fred’s reply came swiftly, tinged with a mix of jest and seriousness. “He wanted me to spy on you, to feed him information. He even dangled a billion as bait. I turned it down, for your sake, of course. Don’t you think you owe me a little compensation? Maybe just a small token, say, half a billion?”

Freya raised an eyebrow and asked with a teasing edge in her voice, “Are you really sure that’s what you want?” Realizing he might have overstepped, Fred backpedaled quickly, assuring her he was merely joking.

After all, Freya was someone he held in high regard, someone he truly respected.

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