"Mr. Sutton, I reckon you won't mind if I take my leave now. I'll be at the Sutton Group's press conference tomorrow morning at 10."
Freya pushed past Kieran, but as she turned to leave, Kieran suddenly grabbed her arm.
Freya frowned at him. Her eyes were full of disdain as if she'd been accosted by a rat from the sewers. She didn't bother to hide her disgust. "Kieran, clinging like this is just pathetic."
Kieran caught every bit of that disgust in her eyes. The look was familiar to him from the first time he saw it, though he hadn't thought much about it then.
But in that moment, Kieran remembered. That was the same look he used to give Freya! Instantly, Kieran was seething with anger. Did Freya dare to look at him with such contempt?
"Freya, think carefully about calling off your engagement with the Sutton family," Kieran said, practically spitting out the words through clenched teeth.
"She's thought about it." A deep, amused voice came from outside the room.
Soon, the door swung open. It was Ronan in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up, a silver cufflink sparkling at his wrist.
Freya was puzzled about Ronan's presence, but he stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms, saying to Kieran, "Mr. Sutton, a wise bird chooses its tree. I believe Freya prefers my company over yours."
Faced with Ronan's sudden declaration, Freya's face screamed, 'Are you insane?'
"You?" Kieran stepped back, pointing from Freya to Ronan. "Freya, you are indeed something, aren't you? I’ve underestimated you."
Freya frowned.
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