Freya snorted of derision, "So, I'm supposed to thank you now. Is that it?"
At that moment, the driver finally noticed the absence of any genuine mirth in Freya's eyes.
A sudden chill ran down the driver's spine, but he quickly reassured himself.
He thought, ‘This Ms. Dawson, Freya, isn't anything special. She’s just another pawn in Mr. Sutton's grand scheme.’
The driver said, "Ms. Dawson, don't think that getting chummy with Mrs. Sutton will solve all your problems. Mr. Sutton has no tolerance for uppity heiresses! Take Ms. Harwood, for example. She’s always so graceful and composed. If you don't step up your game, you can kiss the Mrs. Sutton title goodbye!"
The driver knew Freya cherished her place as Mrs. Sutton the most and that she minded Eloise. After all, hadn't she tried to win over Kieran by mimicking Eloise?
Thinking he had Freya right where he wanted her, the driver was caught off guard when Freya's icy command cut through the air. "Stop the car!"
The word sent the driver slamming on the brakes.
"Ms. Dawson, what are..." Before he could finish, Freya had stormed out of the car.
The driver's face turned pale when he saw Freya getting out of the vehicle. He quickly got out, his expression growing stern. "Ms. Dawson! What on earth are you doing?"
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