Hearing Freya's words, Ronan furrowed his brows and asked, "What? You can't handle these tasks?"
Silence. The old Freya would have balked at the challenge. But who would have thought she'd get a three-year head start in her last life?
Back then, she had immersed herself in finance to share common ground with Kieran and even picked up a few foreign languages to stand by his side as his equal. She wasn't fluent but could hold her own in conversations with internationals.
"Let's just wing it for now. Thanks for the help, Mr. Beckett."
"Don't mention it. After all, you did hand me a five percent share of the pie. We're just scratching each other's backs here." Ronan always knew where he stood.
Freya added, "I’ll rest easier once I have it. I sneaked out, and Kieran had no clue. I need to head back before Nancy catches wind of this. She'll spill the beans to Kieran if she notices I'm gone before two."
"Aren't you two done? Why's he still on your case?"
"Who knows what's going through his mind? He keeps saying to take responsibility for me." Freya mused over how. All she did was for Kieran in her past life, but that didn't end well.
As Freya was about to turn and leave, the voice of a server pierced the air, "Sir, this is a private dining room. You can't just barge in."
"I'm looking for someone. Move." Kieran's voice was unmistakable.
Seeing Kieran there made Freya's face turn sour.
How did he find this place?
"Sir! Please, you can't go in! Sir!" The server tried to stop Kieran, but he was quick on his feet.
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