She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 838:noveldrama

“That fast?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Did we give her our gift?” Caldwell suddenly asked.

Kendra blinked, startled. “Weren’t you the one who prepared it? I don’t think you handed it to me.”

Caldwell patted his pocket.

There it was.

He passed the gift to Kendra. “Come on, let’s try to catch them. Maybe we’re not too late.”

But by the time they reached outside the estate, the car’s taillights had already disappeared down the road. A shared pang of regret hit them—both feared they had left Freya with a poor impression.

It had been her first visit, and they hadn’t even managed to give her a proper gift.

Kendra, after a quick moment of deliberation, fired off a message to her son.

“You’ll give Freya a gift and say it’s from us. You two left so fast; your dad and I didn’t even get the chance to hand it to her.”

Ellis read the message while already cruising down the highway. As he drove, he said to Freya, “Thanks for today.”

“You’re welcome,” Freya replied casually.

But deep down, she silently vowed never to pretend to be his girlfriend again.

With how warmly Kendra had embraced her, discovering it was all pretend would crush her.

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“What’s wrong?” Ellis asked, catching the pensive look on Freya’s face from the corner of his eye. “Something bothering you?”

“Nothing,” Freya answered lightly, swiftly steering the conversation toward something that had piqued her curiosity. “By the way, what kind of business is your family in?”

“Antique industry,” Ellis replied, his tone smooth and nonchalant.

Freya paused. Antique industry. One name popped instantly into her mind.

She turned to him, her voice measured and slow. “That discreet antique company, the Lambert Group… that wouldn’t happen to be your family’s, would it?”

“Mm-hmm,” Ellis admitted, seeing no point in denying it anymore.

Freya was floored. Was he joking? The Lambert Group had always been a quiet force in the industry. While it didn’t flaunt its status like the Shaw or Briggs Groups, its assets were just as formidable.

They avoided public events, but their wealth spoke for itself. Any artifact they sold could command an astronomical price.

While others faced endless risk in antiques, the Lambert Group did not—armed with the best appraisers and restoration experts in the field. If a rare treasure existed, chances were, the Lambert Group already had it.

And this was Ellis’s family business?

Freya said, momentarily at a loss, “Next year, maybe you should take over the family business.”

What had she even been thinking before? How had she ever believed he wasn’t rich? He was a Lambert—how had she missed that?

“You’re firing me?” Ellis replied coolly, clearly expecting the reaction.

“You should be at the Lambert Group. Working at Anita International is honestly beneath you,” Freya said with conviction, feeling silly for her earlier assumptions. “From what your dad said today, he clearly wants you involved in the family business.”

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