Finding Mr. Perfect novel Chapter 3

Kenneth Lee Wright appeared, walking tall and confident, with sleek brown hair, a hint of manly scruff on his chiseled face, and intense dark eyes locked on Freya.

For a second, Freya almost didn’t recognize him.

She hadn’t seen him for over a year—or at least she thought so. She couldn’t remember precisely when they had last attended a gathering with the Wright family.

‘He looked—’ Freya refused to admit it at first, but eventually, she caved. ‘Very good.’

Inner Devil: ‘Very good? Freya, he’s yummy! He’s dessert, appetizer, main course, and that midnight snack we pretend not to want but totally do!’

Inner Devil 2: ‘Facial hair? Check. Bone structure? Check. Eyes that could undo a bra? Double check.’

‘Oh, please. My bra is still intact!’ Freya retorted in her head.

“Freya.” When Kenneth spoke, she realized how deep his voice was, oddly more salacious than she remembered. ‘Was his voice always like this?’

Inner Devil 2: ‘Didn’t you say you like men with sexy voices?’

‘Stop it! Both of you!’ Freya scolded her inner thoughts and instead focused on Kenneth.

“What brings you here?” Kenneth asked. As he stood there, barely a meter from her, his manly cologne hit her nostrils, jolting Freya out of her thoughts.

“Kenneth.” She smiled. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes,” he said.

Instead of answering, she turned to the receptionists. “These two refused to believe I knew you. I asked them to contact you multiple times, but they said management ordered them to brush off women who asked for you.”

Kenneth frowned. “I never said that. One of my secretaries handles my guests.”

“Well.” Freya crossed her arms. “I was humiliated. They even implied I had breast implants! I want them fired.”

Kenneth glanced at the now-panicked receptionists. Then, he turned to Freya. He focused on her face before his eyes dropped briefly to her chest. He said, “They look… the same to me.”

Freya: “…”

‘Since when did he ever pay attention to my breasts?’ Freya was caught off guard by his response, but her only reply was: “Well, at least you are my witness.”

“We apologize, Mr. Wright. We were acting on Miss Susan’s orders,” the red-haired girl said.

“Yes, Mr. Wright. There have been so many women who claimed to know you, we didn’t think she actually did,” the other receptionist added.

“Freya’s family is an old partner and friend. Anyone who disrespects her has no place in my company. You’re both fired with a month’s notice,” Kenneth said. “I’ll ask my assistant to find replacements immediately.”

Gasps erupted around them. Still, the receptionists knew better than to argue.

This was the Kenneth Freya knew. He was firm, immovable, and his words were always final.

Inner Devil 2: ‘I like him already. He’s definitely the kind who kills mosquitoes with one slap.’

“This way, Freya.” Kenneth motioned toward the lift, and Freya followed.

In the elevator, Kenneth stared at Freya’s reflection in the door. He said, “This is a surprise. To what do I owe the visit?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just a casual Wednesday. Got forced to take a vacation leave, accused of having fake boobs, now trying to take back a company from you,” she muttered.

“From me?” Kenneth raised a brow. “I don’t remember taking your jewelry company, Freya.”

“Oh, but you did!” Freya snapped. “Stop pretending like you’re not aware! My father transferred all his shares to you, including my mother’s shares, and Aunt Gaby even transferred hers!”

“My mother?” Despite the accusation, Kenneth stood tall, calm, and painfully attractive.

‘This guy can’t be gay,’ she thought.

Inner Devil: ‘He’s not. No gay man could get me wet.’

Unexpectedly, Freya caught Geneva openly drooling at Kenneth as if he had just walked off a steamy romance novel cover.

Inner Devil: ‘Geneva, honey, please stop staring at the man like he’s a buffet at a bridal shower. Only we are allowed to do that.’

Inner Devil 2: ‘Yeah!’

When Freya glared, Geneva snapped out of it, clearing her throat.

Kenneth, unaware, glanced her way. He asked, “Your assistant?”

“Yes, Geneva,” Freya replied.

“I have an urgent meeting. That’s why I missed your calls,” Kenneth said. “Give me an hour. You can wait in my office. After that, we’ll discuss this misunderstanding.”

“You’re telling me you have no idea about the transferred shares?” Freya asked, skeptical.

“I’m oblivious.” A faint smile formed on his face. It was almost playful. “But I’m interested to know.”

He guided her to his office, and as they walked, all eyes were on them. Both men and women looked curious. Some, whispered to each other.

Soon, they reached his office. A young man trailed behind.

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