She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Kristian Was On The Brink Of Rage-

The group gazed at Liam, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Amidst them stood a dashing young man clad in sleek racing gear, who broke the silence. “Kristian’s pretty rich, isn’t he? Didn’t he leave her anything after the divorce?” he inquired incredulously.

“No,” Liam interjected swiftly, his voice dripping with feigned concern as he sought to smear Kristian’s reputation. “You all know how stingy he is. Just recall the times you’ve had dealings with him.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. “He’s notoriously stingy.”

“Poor girl, life’s really been unfair to her.”

For a fleeting moment, everyone’s gaze turned toward Freya, laden with a complex blend of pity and curiosity. While others managed to secure a fortune from divorcing a wealthy spouse, they believed she appeared to walk away with nothing.

Freya maintained a dignified silence amidst the murmurs.

Breaking through the awkwardness, the young man stepped forward, determination etching his features. “Look, for Liam’s sake, I’m willing to bring you into a couple of my projects,” he declared confidently. “Just move your investment over to me, and sit back for the yearly dividends.”

“No need for that,” Freya responded calmly, her refusal leaving a palpable surprise in the air.

The young man’s face registered shock, but before he could press further, Liam chimed in nonchalantly, “She’s not looking to capitalize on her past with Kristian.”

“This project is entirely separate from him; it stands on its own,” the young man quickly clarified, hoping to reassure her. “You can rest easy knowing that.”

Freya remained silent, her gaze fixed intently on Liam, her eyes shimmering with unspoken questions.

“Just wait a little longer,” Liam whispered soothingly, a secretive smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He had returned specifically to witness the unfolding drama. “After we’re done here, I’ll bring you back.” Freya’s instincts screamed that this was a trap.

Despite her desire to leave, she found herself tethered to the moment, compelled to engage in the conversation. Isolated in this remote spot, the option of hailing a cab was a distant dream.

Time trickled by slowly, and about twenty minutes later, the tranquility was shattered by the arrival of a car. Its headlights pierced the darkness, blazing so intensely that the assembled group had to shield their eyes

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Out of the vehicle stepped a man who seemed to command the night itself. With long strides, he approached, his presence almost tangible. The long coat he wore billowed around his legs, adding to his formidable aura.

“Liam, Kristian is here,” someone announced, a note of tension in their voice.

“Why does it seem like he’s not in the best mood?”

“He looks absolutely livid.”

Liam smirked, an air of satisfaction evident as he crossed his legs casually.

He had orchestrated this meeting with meticulous care, maintaining a relaxed demeanor as he instructed, “Make sure to compliment my sister–in–law when he comes over. He likes hearing that.”

“Aren’t they getting divorced?” one of them queried, confusion lacing his tone.

Liam’s voice carried a sharp edge as he challenged. “Would you really want people to whisper that you married a worthless woman, only to divorce her later?”

The gathered group fell into a sudden, contemplative silence.

It dawned on them then–not only they were vested in maintaining a pristine reputation, but Kristian seemed equally concerned.

Driven to get on Kristian’s good side, they unanimously decided to shower Freya with praise.

As Kristian strode toward them, his eyes caught sight of Freya engrossed in a phone conversation, her figure poised and graceful. Nearby, Liam was deep in conversation with a gathering of young men.

Surveying the scene, Kristian dismissively concluded that Freya wouldn’t spare these fellows a second glance. The group greeted Kristian enthusiastically.

“You got here faster than I expected,” Liam noted, his tone casual yet probing.

Kristian’s icy gaze swept across the faces before him, his expression unreadable and frosty. His eyes finally rested on Freya, who was still tangled in her phone call.

The group, perceptive of his sharp gaze, exchanged knowing looks before they began lavishing Freya with compliments.

“Mr. Shaw, your wife is absolutely stunning. Why haven’t we seen her at these gatherings before?”

“That’s right.”

“Liam mentioned his sister–in–law was gorgeous, but we thought he was just exaggerating.”

“Mr. Shaw, are you seriously going through with divorcing her?”

One after another, they voiced their thoughts with conviction.

Kristian’s gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he interpreted the curious glances around him. They seemed to be waiting eagerly for him to announce a divorce, as if Freya was a prize to be claimed the moment he was out of the picture.

“Looks like you’ve got too much free time,” Kristian stated, his voice laced with a cold edge. “Why not focus on

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