Chapter 8


    Chapter 8 Now, You’re Bossy


    When the manager learned that Freya wanted toe back to work, he was very pleased. “That’s


    great! We’re currently in need of people, and as you know, people would rarely apply for this job.”


    Freya was also delighted. “Can I start work soon?”


    “Of course, I’m just worried that some might gossip…”


    “I’m not afraid.”


    She had already listened to all of that along the way here and believed that with her capabilities, any


    gossip would soon go away.


    So, Freya filled out some forms for her new job on the spot.


    The manager assigned her a new office, and she spent the whole afternoon unpacking her belongings.


    When she walked back to the office, carrying a pile of books, she saw the certificates of appreciation


    and photos hanging on the wall.


    And she was on one of them.


    Looking up at the photo of her younger self, which appeared somewhat babyish, she couldn’t help but


    smile. Even though she had not worked in the past two years, she believed she could nail her job.


    By the time she finished unpacking, it was already getting dark outside.


    She stretchedzily, feeling a bit weary, and picked up her zer that was hanging by the side. She


    draped it over her arm and leisurely made her way out.


    There was a low-key ck Bugatti parked on the side of the road. Freya took a casual nce at it and


    then looked away. Suddenly, someone called respectfully, “Madam.”


    There was no one around, so the word “Madam” could only be directed at her.


    Furrowing her brows, she noticed a man with sses smiling at her. “Madam, Mr. Monaghan is looking


    for you. He wants you to go back to the family’s house with him tonight.”


    The car window was slowly rolled down, and Radley’s wless profile appeared in Freya’s sight.


    His gaze was icy, and he stared at her as if he wasn’t asking her to do him a favor.


    Hence, Freya felt a little mischievous. She smirked and spoke firmly, “First of all, don’t call me ‘Madam.’


    Secondly, if Mr. Monaghan has something to say, he can get out of the car and tell me himself.”


    The assistant was in a dilemma and was about to turn around to say something to Radley when the


    latter opened the car door and got out.


    “Now, you’re bossy.” Radley lowered his gaze and looked at her.


    With her eyebrows raised, Freya gave him a look and was about to reply, but he continued, “I’m not


    asking the favor for myself. Grandma wants to see you.”


    Noticing Freya’s confusion, he added, “Grandma is getting old, so I haven’t told her that we got


    divorced. And she likes you a lot.”


    …


    One of Freya’s great virtue was that she was very filial, especially to the elders.


    And even more to those who liked her.


    Perhaps Radley had figured that out because he had a confident look as if he was sure she would


    agree.


    Although she felt a little disgruntled, she would never let herself be at a disadvantage.


    “Sure, I’lle.” Freya crossed her arms and slightly lifted her chin. “Tell your assistant to drive my car


    back, or I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”


    Radley narrowed his eyes at her words.


    If his assistant drove her car, then he would have to drive himself.


    Was she asking him to be her driver?


    Tsk, she had nned it well.


    At the same time, Freya stared back at him.


    She bet that he would have to agree.


    As expected, Radley lifted his chin to motion his assistant.


    Smirking, Freya fished out her car key and threw it into the assistant’s arms. “It’s a white Land Rover,


    thanks.”


    Then, she opened the back door of the Bugatti, bent slightly, and got in.


    The assistant held the key in hand and hesitated. “Mr. Monaghan…” ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    With a poker face, Radley ordered tly, “Do what she said.”


    At this moment, Freya poked her head out of the window and gave the assistant an address.


    Of course, she wasn’t stupid enough to tell the assistant the address of her family’s house. She only


    gave him the address of her own small apartment.


    After spelling out her address, she raised her eyebrows at Radley and beamed brightly. “Let’s go.”


    The car window was then closed, and her profile disappeared from Radley’s sight.


    He let out a faintugh before sitting in the driver’s seat.


    In the back passenger’s seat, Freya felt rxed and crossed her legs.


    Finally, she made this arrogant man suffer a bit.


    Along the way, Radley briefly recounted to her the things that she used to do when visiting his family in


    the past, which bored Freya to no end. Eventually, she waved her hand to stop him. “I know, I know.


    Who wouldn’t know how to make the elderly happy?”


    Radley was really worried that she would give herself out. After all, the current her was vastly different


    from her past self.


    However, when he saw her put on a loving smile, run happily to his grandmother, and affectionately call


    thetter “Grandma,” he realized that he had overthought things.


    Freya amused the elderlydy with her antics. Thetter couldn’t hide her fondness for Freya.


    While Freya was also beaming, she secretly thought that the elderlydy was very lovable and much


    better than her grandson.


    “Freya, you haven’te to see me in so long. Do you not miss me already?”


    “How could that be? Grandma, I’ve been too busytely.”


    The olddy lightly flicked Freya on the forehead and said, “You sweet talker. Here, have some freshly


    cut fruits. It’s still a while until dinner.”


    “Okay!”


    Just as Freya extended out her arm, she heard a displeased voice behind her. It was sharp and


    sarcastic.


    “Who taught you the bad habit of eating without washing your hands aftering home?”