Freya and Ronan''s close interactions didn''t go unnoticed by Kieran.


    "Freya!" An angry and deep voice reached Freya''s ears.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Turning around, Freya locked eyes with Kieran, who approached with a storm brewing on his face.


    "Looks like you''re in for it now," Ronan quipped, his voice cold as the autumn breeze.


    Freya lowered her voice and retorted, "Cool it, Mr. Beckett. If I''m going down, you won''t be having a pic either."


    At that, a slight smirk danced on Ronan''s lips, a hint of amusement in his eyes.


    As Kieran got to Freya, his eyesnded on the ne she just won at the auction, right there in her hands.


    "Mr. Beckett sure knows how to ssh out, spending a whopping 150 million dors on a ne for you," Kieran sneered with disdain.


    "It''s no big deal," Freya responded, lifting the ne. "I noticed Mr. Sutton eyeing this piece, too. Were you nning to gift it to Ms. Harwood, perhaps?"


    Her words turned the temperature around them colder. "Don''t y dumb!"


    It was clear to Kieran that Freya knew Eloise had her heart set on that ne and had deliberately outbid him. Such tactics were despicable!


    Freya countered, "Mr. Sutton, this is an auction. The highest bidder wins. It was Mr. Beckett''s choice to gift me this ne, right? There''s no need to take it out on me." Watching Kieran''s expression darken further, a sense of satisfaction washed over Freya.


    In her past life, Kieran had trampled on her dignity and embarrassed her on countless asions. This time, she relished the chance to give him a taste of his own medicine. Turning to Ronan, Freya said with intention, "Ronan, thanks for the ne. I love it. I''ve got to run now." With that, Freya walked off in the opposite direction of the hall. Before she left, she deliberately bumped into Kieran''s shoulder, a provocation that fueled his rage.


    "Freya Dawson!"


    "You don''t need to see me out!" Freya


    gracelled back nonchntly, her


    graceful demeanor and confident stride as if dering Kieran''s defeat.


    Soon after Freya returned to her


    seat Prest


    dhanded the ne to et


    saying, "Mr. Tyler, here''s the


    ne you wanted."


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    Preston inspected the ne in his possession. Its $150 million price tag added an extrayer of allure.


    "Not bad," Preston remarked indifferently. "Ms. Dawson, you''re verymitted."


    "Are you interested in striking a deal?"


    "Someone will visit the Dawson Group on my behalf in a few days."


    "Mr. Tyler, I''m offering, not the Dawson Group," Freya rified.


    At her words, Preston raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?"


    Freya ced her business card in Preston''s hand and added, "If you''re interested, call me anytime."


    After telling Preston to have a good evening, Freya skedaddled out of there.


    Preston nced at Freya''s business card while Hans, standing beside him, suggested cautiously, "Mr. Tyler, Ms. Dawson seems to have anticipated your moves. Her actions are suspicious. Should we..."


    Hans mimed a cutting gesture.


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    Without a word, Preston pulled out a lighter and set Freya''s business card aze.


    "Mr. Tyler?"