NovelOnlineChapter 1006: People were multi-layered, not just highlights and first impressions. She wanted them to truly understand each other-warts and all—before tying the knot. She didn't want Ellis to wake up one day and wish he hadn't said yes.
"That's smart," Greta said, her wheels already turning. "When you're ready, just say the word. We'll help you brainstorm something unforgettable." "Alright," Freya replied, unaware of the private conversation that would soon follow.
Once they ended the call, Greta and Riley began messaging each other-separately.
The moment they learned Freya's proposal date, they'd tip off Ellis. In the meantime, they'd subtly probe her for proposal preferences-making it all seem coincidental.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat way, everything would fall into place perfectly.
After their talk, Freya finally felt her restless heart settle. She slipped into sleep just as Monday quietly stepped onto the stage.
She returned to work as usual, the calm eye in a brewing storm. Because elsewhere, the winds were anything but still.
Across the globe, in a sprawling, opulent villa, Kristian and Gerard sat with effortless composure. Facing them was a woman of striking beauty and quiet poise-Norah.
Kristian crossed one leg over the other, his cool detachment wrapped around him like armor. "Miss Russell, how long do you plan to keep running?" "How did you know I was here?" Norah's palms turned clammy, her usual calm shattered.
She had stayed off the radar for so long-even the trusted men her grandfather and father sent had cup empty.
GAL= OFF CIAL But Kristian had walked straight to her door.
Kristian didn't answer her question, only fixed her with an icy gaze.
Norah's heart pounded like a war drum. She had once admired him-but admiration had always been laced with fear. "Why are you here?" "To bring you back-to face what you've done and accept the judgment you deserve." His voice was razor-sharp, every word deliberate.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Though her heart pounded violently, her mouth denied it. “You should leave. You're not welchere. If you stay, I'll call the guards. And once they come, you'll find leaving isn't an option-even if you want to." "Go ahead," Kristian said, his voice like a winter gust. "Call them. Let's see who really ends up trapped." Norah had never witnessed Kristian act this way before.
His usual cool and distant demeanor had hardened into something far colder, like a winter storm.
Despite her careful preparations, a shiver of fear ran through her, urging her to step back.
Gerard, with his ever-present smile, spoke gently. "Miss Russell, our team has already handledthebodyguards you hired. It's best if you cwith us now." His words were polite but firm.
Norah faced him squarely. "Why should I? I've done nothing wrong.!" Her voice held steady, though her heart raced. Kristian's sharp glance met Gerard's.
Without a word, Gerard reached into his briefcase, pulling out a thick stack of papers and setting them before Norah.
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