She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Are You Genuinely Accepting The...

"Mrs. Shaw just took a baseball bat to the head," Gerard announced gravely, easing the car to a slower pace. "I

hope her injuries aren't severe."

Kristian's gaze snapped to the window at these words.

His eyes widened with horror at the scene unfolding across the open area.

Six assailants wielded baseball bats against Freya, their faces contorted with murderous intent as they swung

simultaneously.

Before his mind fully registered the danger, words tumbled from his mouth. "Stop the car!"

Gerard pulled over immediately.

Kristian flung the door open and sprinted across the road. The absence of traffic proved fortunate-otherwise, his

impulsive dash might have ended disastrously.

Gerard remained beside the vehicle, motionless.

As a capable assistant, he recognized when to step back.

Combat wasn't his strength, so waiting for Kristian and Freya's return seemed the wiser choice.

Freya battled fiercely, unaware of the nearby vehicle.

As six bats arced toward her, she responded without hesitation-two attackers fell from her powerful kicks while

her own bat connected in the sinstant.

The impacts resonated through the air.

All six attackers collapsed to the ground.

Freya surveyed the remaining standing figures with an icy stare, her challenge hanging in the air: "Not coming

at me?"

The leader retreated a step, voice faltering. "Guys, go get her!"

"Dude, we can't continue."

"She fights with incredible ferocity!"

"Didn't the client claim she couldn't fight?"

"What's our next move?"

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Terror gripped the remaining attackers.

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Those previously struck struggled to rise, their faces swollen and bruised, eyes reflecting unmistakable fear.

"Con, even if victory eludes us, we must fight!" The leader spoke rapidly. "Consider the million dollars- that's

earnings for a lifetime!"

"You need to be alive to spend it," someone muttered.

Given Freya's fighting prowess, escaping without grave injury would be the best

outcome.

"Even if you shatter every limb in my body, you'd only earn four million," Freya remarked, having lost interest in

the fight. She now sought the orchestrator behind the attack. "Reveal the mastermind, and each of you walks

away with a million."

The attackers hesitated.

A million each, without risking arrest for assault or homicide!

"Dude, this offer makes sense..." someone ventured.

"What makes sense?" The leader missed Freya's strategic ploy. "If that person discovers we accepted her bribe,

won't they ensure we all end up behind bars?"

"But..."

"What's your suggestion, then?"

"Weren't you the one extolling how long a million would sustain us?"

Uncertainty rippled through the group.

The leader exhaled sharply. His options had dwindled.

"It seemed | underestimated Ashley Bradley's influence." Freya continued her manipulation, her scrutinizing

gaze moving from face to face. "Or perhaps she possesses leverage against you?"

Confusion spread among the attackers as they exchanged glances, baffled by Ashley's sudden involvement.

As they prepared to respond, understanding dawned on the leader.

With such gullible companions, rejecting the millions would be foolish!

"Ashley Bradley? Who's she?" The leader signaled his cohorts, initiating their deception.

The others, not entirely obtuse, quickly grasped his intent.

One by one, they chimed in, "Bro, deception serves no purpose now. She already knows."

"Precisely!"

"Our earlier statements betrayed us."

"Indeed. Miss Bradley dispatched us to neutralize you. Your presence threatens her position."

Freya observed them, impressed by their quick wit.

Just as she prepared to expose their charade, a resolute voice cut through the air.

"It can't be Ashley."

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Chapter 45 Are You Genuinely Accepting Their Fabrications

Freya halted mid-motion.

The dozen assailants instinctively turned toward the newcomer's voice.

Recognition transformed their expressions into masks of terror as they stammered, "Mr-Mr. Shaw..."

Kristian stood imposingly in his black suit, the metallic cuff buttons catching the streetlight with an enigmatic

gleam. His perfectly sculpted features remained impassive as his penetrating gaze settled on the leader. "Who

are you?" he inquired.

"We... we..." the leader's voice faltered.

His intimidation was understandable; Kristian's presence radiated unmistakable authority and power.

"| offer two options," Kristian stated with clinical detachment. "Either | ensure your imprisonment, or 1

permanently disable you. The choice is yours."

The attackers recoiled in shock. Was such ruthlessness necessary? Their thoughts scattered in panic.

"Ms. Briggs orchestrated this entire scenario." A previously silent man in a white T-shirt finally revealed. Freya's

attention shifted to him, recognizing the figure who had been recording in the alley earlier.

Understanding dawned on the others, prompting a cascade of confessions.

"Yes, precisely!"

"She calculated your route, instructed us to simulate an attack against her, and planned to implicate Miss

Bradley upon your arrival."

"That's exactly what happened.""

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"Please, we're telling the truth."

If Freya couldn't decipher their intentions now, she would be squandering valuable

insight.

This exchange illuminated the character of her hidden adversary.

Kristian's demeanor darkened perceptibly, his frigid gaze locking onto Freya with palpable intensity. "Why did

you do this?"

"Are you genuinely accepting their fabrications?" Freya asked, genuine surprise coloring her voice.

Kristian's lips compressed into a taut line as he maintained his silence.

How could doubt exist in his mind?

Each attacker wielded a baseball bat and demonstrated professional fighting capabilities.

Despite Freya's previous position as a bodyguard for the Briggs family, single- handedly defeating multiple

trained opponents seemed implausible. The confrontation he witnessed from the vehicle would have

overwhelmed most fighters.

Yet by the the exited the car, Freya had already subdued her attackers.

As he approached, the white-shirted man exchanged a meaningful glance with

him before their collective revelation about Ashley's involvement.

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To dismiss such synchronized timing as coincidence stretched credibility beyond reasonable limits.

"This situation bears no connection to me," Freya stated firmly, bristling at the false accusation. "I was

completing my shopping when they corneredin the alley fled here hoping to evade trouble, but they

managed to follow."

You expectto believe such a narrative" Kristian responded grimly. Your belief is irrelevant to me," Freya

replied with composed indifference. Her explanation emerged only to counter their deception Kristian's judgment

remained his prerogative, eventually, reality would expose genuine foolishness.

"When threatened, rational individuals seek crowded environments for safety. Why choose an isolated location

rather than the security of your apartment?" Kristian challenged, his analytical mind detecting inconsistencies.

"The distance from that alley to this spot spans several hundred meters at minimum. How did you maintain your

lead against trained pursuers?" Recommended for you

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