The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel Chapter 309

"No way. You must've seen it wrong." Freya was seriously eyeing Preston before her.

"I never get it wrong." With those words, his face a mask of stoicism, Preston stormed out of the room.

Then, Hans strolled in, saying, “Ms. Dawson, let me drive you home.”

“Sure.”

Freya couldn't wait to get back. Ronan would bombard her with texts if she delayed it any longer.

Preston had other things on his mind tonight, so he hardly paid her attention. When Freya descended the stairs, Preston had left the building.

In the evening, Hans drove Freya to the entrance of her neighborhood. The local gossip queens, a bunch of elderly ladies who spent their days chatting on the street, happened to witness the whole scene.

Freya stepped out of the luxury car, and in no time, another luxury vehicle pulled up. Another charming man got out.

Ronan frowned. “I called you. Why didn’t you answer?”

Facing Ronan’s inquiry, Freya replied, “It wasn’t a good time.”

Ronan asked, “Is your ankle better?”

Ronan hardly ever acts worried like that, so Freya got really suspicious. 'Why do you ask?“

The matter in Southern Suburb can wait, but you must come with me to a place right now.”

“Where?”

“W Group,” Ronan paused for emphasis, “which is, technically, your company.”