Eloise seemed almost frantic in her defense of Freya, but her words only fanned the flames of Kieran’s anger.
‘Fancy that? Freya is nothing but a gold digger! First, she latched onto me. Now, she’s set her sights on Ronan as her next target. No wonder she’s been less attentive and flattering towards me recently.’ Thinking this, Kieran’s gaze turned even icier.
Oh, Freya, she had been quite the eye-opener for him!
“Let’s go.” Kieran didn’t spare another glance at Freya and Ronan, pulling Eloise into the auction hall instead.
On the other side, Ronan allowed Freya to loop her arm through his, speaking coldly, "You're my date tonight. If I make a move, you follow — no questions asked, okay?"
“Mr. Beckett, we’re both businesspeople. Since I’m your date for the evening, shouldn’t you pick up the tab for my expenses?”
“You’re my date, not my girlfriend.”
Freya feigned difficulty and said, “But Kieran used to spend money on me. In terms of personal charm, Mr. Beckett, you wouldn’t want to lose to Kieran, would you?”
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“Why would I...”
“You win.”
As everyone took their seats at the venue, it became apparent that this auction was different from the rest, with assistants attending instead of the big players themselves.
Yet, there were Kieran and Ronan, causing a stir by being present, making the atmosphere unusually tense.
“Kieran, it seems there’s something between Ms. Dawson and Mr. Beckett...” Eloise watched Kieran’s expression closely.
Perhaps by design, Ronan and Freya sat directly across from them, ensuring they were in each other’s sights.
Seeing Freya and Ronan chatting and laughing, Kieran’s tone grew dangerously cold, “Freya’s doing quite well for herself.”
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