Freya was in one of her moods just a second ago, and then, she'd already hustled herself into the kitchen to cook. It was enough to make anyone suspicious.
"What's so complicated?" Kieran said with a tone as bland as unsalted butter, "With Freya, it's all about money and influence. She'll fold. Women like her, pfft..."
The clock struck eight. Kieran went downstairs.
Freya had set the last dish on the table, taking off her apron.
Kieran commanded, "Go change your clothes and come back down."
His voice left no room for argument; it was a command. Freya asked, "And what am I supposed to wear?"
"Ms. Dawson, this will be your attire." The maid handed Freya a maid's outfit.
Freya could tell Kieran was just trying to embarrass her, plain and simple.
Kieran had expected Freya to throw a fit, but instead, she took the maid's outfit and went upstairs without a word.
"Mr. Sutton..." Jarrett couldn't help but say, "Even though Mrs. Sutton isn't here, treating Ms. Dawson this way... if she finds out when she returns..."
"So, what if she finds out." Kieran's reply was cold, "The Dawson family is only a stepping stone in the Sutton family's network. A daughter of a company on the brink of bankruptcy, where's her dignity in that?"
Kieran took his seat. Meanwhile, Kieran's guest had arrived.
From the second floor, Freya was watching. The visitor was Mr. Patterson, the overseas tycoon about to partner with the Sutton Group.
Freya remembered how Ronan and Kieran had vied for Mr. Patterson's favor. Whichever of them secured this deal, their project would expand internationally.
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