In the city''s social whirl, who wasn''t aware of how Freya once bent over backward to please Kieran?


    Back in the day, when via heard about Freya''s attempts to curry favor with Kieran, she was full of disdain. But then, when it was her turn, via couldn''t find it in herself tough.


    If someone as adept at ying the game as Freya could get dumped by Kieran, what about her?


    "If you can''t do it, you might as well head home, grab a hot cocoa, and hit the sack."


    Kieran didn''t have time for via''s fake chatter. Just as he was about to ditch, a familiar face caught his eye.


    "Ms. Dawson, this way, please." A waiter promptly assisted Freya toward the private dining room.


    Nursing a bad leg, Freya could only rely on the waiter''s support to walk to Ronan''s reserved room.


    As the door to the room swung open, Freya saw Ronan wiping the corner of his mouth as if he had just finished a hearty meal. "You''rete."


    Ronan frowned when he looked up and saw Freya limping and covered in bruises.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    After a moment, Ronan finally asked, "Car ident?"


    Freya smiled wryly and said, "Spent a night in the mmer and got roughed up. Do you believe it?"


    "I do." Ronan replied nonchntly, "After all, to get out of your engagement with Kieran, I wouldn''t put anything past you."


    Ronan had seen Freya''s tactics firsthand, especially after the discovery of the spring on the Southern Suburbnd. He was even more convinced of Freya''s cunning. "Thanks for thepliment." Struggling, Freya sat opposite Ronan.


    Ronan examined Freya''s injuries and mentioned, "Eloise''s sidekick Mae got expelled."


    "Is that so? That was quick. Thanks!"


    "It wasn''t for you. It was for the sake of order at the school."


    "Then, thanks to Mr. Beckett''s strict discipline."


    "Don''t mention it." Ronan ced a stamped document before Freya saying. This contains all the


    contracts for the Southern Suburb and the new identity you requested."


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    Freya took the documents, noticing the ID bore her photo, albeit retouched and made-up, making her appear even more stunning than in reality.


    "Susan?" Freya''s brow furrowed. "Could this name be any more old-fashioned?"


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    "It was off the cuff. I think it''s fine." Ronan stated, "If you don''t want Kieran to find out you''re the owner of the Southern Suburb, I suggest you make good use of this identity and not get caught. Otherwise, Kieran, that vampire, will bleed the Southern Suburb dry in no time."


    "I''m not that na?ve. Otherwise, I wouldn''t have thought to put the Southern Suburb in your name early on."


    As Freya flipped through her new


    personal files, shemented, "A financial PhD, returning from abroad, fluent in eightnguages, with extensive experience in managingpanies, and now appointed as the CEO of the W Group subsidiary of the Beckett Group?"


    After reading this, Freya looked at Ronan and asked, "Did you even consider how I''d feel when you were making all this up?"