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The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel Chapter 15

Kieran thought he could intimidate her with this, huh? Ridiculous.

Facing Kieran, Freya suddenly laughed, "Just do it if you want to."

Not expecting such a bold response from the usually prim and proper Freya, Kieran furrowed his brows in confusion, "What did you say?"

"I said, bring it on." Freya replied nonchalantly, "So, Mr. Sutton, are you looking for a hobo or just a random passerby? A bodyguard or a secretary? Or perhaps... a kidnapper to drag me here?"

"Do you even know what you're talking about?" Kieran was trying to scare Freya a bit, but she wasn’t showing any signs of fear.

He remembered the former Freya, who would blush and lower her head from his glance, finding the person before him almost unrecognizable.

"What? Mr. Sutton, do you have second thoughts? Well, if you're backing out, I'm leaving."

As Freya made to stand up, Kieran suddenly pressed down on her, immobilizing her.

Freya frowned, instinctively wanting to slap Kieran, but this time, he was prepared, blocking her raised hand with his left.

Freya struggled. "Kieran!"

Freya’s clothes were still damp, clinging to her skin and outlining her shapely figure.

Kieran snorted, "It's easy to say pretty words. She wouldn’t be running to Grandma if she wanted to call it off."

Secretary Jarrett asked, "So, Mr. Sutton, what's your plan?"

Kieran gritted his teeth. "Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine and show her who she can mess with and can’t."

"Yes, Mr. Sutton."

It was midnight when Freya, who was still damp, took a cab back to the Dawson family. Johanna was making a fuss at home. Seeing Freya return, she rushed over, throwing a newspaper in Freya's face. "Freya! You've got some nerve coming back! Look at the mess you've made! I told you to make peace with Mr. Sutton, and now look! Mr. Sutton’s ready to crush the Dawson family like it’s nothing!"

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