Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 361

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Chapter 361

“Louis, that eldest daughter from the Tate family insists on seeing you,”

The eldest daughter of the Tate family? It took Freya a full four seconds to dig up the memory of someone named Maria, and then remember her sister.

“Maria’s sister?”

“That’s right. It’s her,” Derek confirmed.

As a novelist, Freya was instantly hooked by the potential drama. “Is she here to confess her undying love for Louis because she just can’t let go?”

Derek was momentarily thrown off by Freya’s excited tone. “Uh. I don’t think it’s quite like that.

Louis couldn’t help but notice that instead of being upset, Freya looked downright thrilled. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, which he found both amusing and-

“No,” he said flatly.

Freya looked immediately disappointed. “Why not? It’s just one meeting: what harm could it do?”

Sure, Louis being this popular was a bit annoying, but no one ever came after her to start a fight.

Freya thought that was weird.

She was certain Louis wouldn’t let anything happen to her anyway, so witnessing a messy confrontation could actually be pretty inspiring for her writing.

“You really want to see her?” Louis asked, half–smirking.

Derek shivered at the tone, while Freya protested softly, “I really do. I don’t even know what Maria’s sister looks like.”

“Fine. Let her in,” Louis relented, giving Derek the go–ahead.

Derek left, amused, and told security to let Sofia through. Sofia quickly arrived with her assistant and stepped into Louis‘ office–only to freeze when she spotted Freya.

“What is she doing here?”

Freya perked up, deliberately playing it up. “Guess I really am pretty. Everyone n

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first the moment they walk in.”

Sofia choked on her words but decided to ignore her, instead turning to Louis with a pitiful expression.

“Louis, you know what’s going on with our family. Things are really falling apart this time. Please, just help me, for the sake of the times I helped you behind the scenes. And I still like you so much, how can you be so heartless?”

“Before we say another word, turn off the recorder in your bag,” Louis said coldly, dropping a bomb without flinching.

Freya frowned instinctively. “Recorder?”

Sofia’s face froze for a moment; then she tried to act composed. “Louis, what are you talking about? What recorder?”

Louis‘ patience was clearly wearing thin. He tapped the desk. “Whatever Dean offered you, your father should think twice before betting on whether Dean will actually come through. This is your first warning. If there’s a next time, the Tate family will collapse even faster.”

Sofia practically swallowed her embarrassment. She pulled the

switched it off. Her voice cracked with emotion.

recorder out of her bag and

“Louis, you know what kind of situation I’m in. I had no choice. If I didn’t agree to this, my dad was going to marry me off to Jonathan. You know he’s a complete waste of space. I really didn’t have a way out.”

Louis remained unmoved. Freya’s curiosity had faded too; something about this whole situation just left a strange taste in her mouth.

Sofia had come in with tears that were three parts fake, seven parts real. But now, with Louis showing zero reaction and Freya staying quiet too, the memory of her father’s smiling threats before she came here hit her harder than expected. Her bitterness began to feel very real.

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