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“Hi, Freya.” Kristian’s tone shifted the instant he picked up, shedding the icy mask he had worn in the video.
Freya pressed a finger to the bridge of her nose, the crease between her brows deepening. “Why did you post
that video?”
“I didn’t like people throwing stones at you,” Kristian replied, sincerity echoing in every word. “I wanted the
world to see how amazing you are... and to know that | was the one who fell short.”
Freya had once told him that acknowledging mistakes was a sign of maturity and integrity.
“Don’t toss things online so carelessly again,” she advised, mindful of his fragile memory. “You represent Shaw
Group now. Every word you say carries weight. Eyes are always watching. Understand?”
“Okay.” Kristian’s tone remained submissive. “I'll do as you say.”
Freya was momentarily taken aback.
Without letting the moment hang in silence, Kristian added, “Does my grandpa really love playing chess?”
“He does,” Freya confirmed. “Why do you ask?”
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“Don’t worry,” she said soothingly. “Tell Isaac, and he’ll sort it out.”
“He said | should use a chessto cheat during our games.” Freya was nearly at a loss for words. If he tried
that trick once, his grandfather might overlook it. But if it beca pattern, it wouldn't take a detective to spot
the lie.
“Just have scasual conversations with him today,” Freya suggested gently. “Tomorrow, go to Gerard's. He'll
get you the right tools and show you the ropes.”
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“Got it,” Kristian agreed readily.
“I've got other things to take care of, so I'll hang up now,” Freya said, not intending to draw the call out. “Be
good.”
“Iwill”
With a soft hum of affirmation, Freya ended the call.
But as soon as the line went dead, the warmth in Kristian’s expression evaporated. His smile dissolved, revealing
a chill beneath—clear to anyone paying attention.
“You've barely picked up any new skills, but you've mastered the art of switching expressions,” cIsaac’s dry
remark as he appeared, phone in hand. “What’s wrong? Freya didn’t give you the tof day?”
“What's it to you?” Kristian bristled, his tolerance for his father running on fumes.
Isaac coolly tilted the phone screen toward him—recordingwide open. “Still so rude to me?”
Kristian froze. Was Isaac born to be his adversary?
From the very first call, they had been butting heads. And now this.
“Does your wife know how low you're
willing to stoop?” Kristian asked
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“You flip your mood like a coin,” Isaac replied without missing a beat. “Does Freya know that?”
A flicker of darkness passed through Kristian’s eyes. “What do you want?”
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