She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 897:

After a long pause, Lawrence decided to stop dancing around the truth. “I admit I may have altered a few details about Kristian’s condition,” he confessed. “But I can’t explain everything just yet. Once I get back and make sure he’s stabilized, I’ll tell you the full story. Is that okay?” Had she not been K, he wouldn’t have treaded so carefully.

Freya’s chest tightened, unease settling in. “At least tell me some hints.”

“Don’t you think the Kristian you see now is very different from the one you knew before?” Lawrence chose his words carefully, revealing only enough to provoke her curiosity.

Freya stilled, her thoughts racing. A flicker of realization crossed her face, her brows slowly furrowing. “Are you saying… he has a completely different personality?”

“It hasn’t been confirmed yet,” Lawrence admitted, finally resigning himself to her suspicion. “It’s complicated. Not something I can explain in one call. As long as his emotions remain stable, there shouldn’t be any serious issues.”

“When are you coming back?” Freya asked, the dread in her chest growing heavier.

“If everything goes smoothly, I’ll be in Alerith by tomorrow afternoon,” Lawrence answered, his voice betraying a hint of his own anxiety. “I’ll give you a proper explanation once I arrive.”

Freya agreed.noveldrama

Once the call ended, she sat in silence, her thoughts spiraling back through her recent time with Kristian—the way he talked, the shifts in his behavior, and how different he seemed from the man she once knew.

Maybe Kristian’s deal with Lawrence had everything to do with that.

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She recalled Lawrence’s uncertainty, his hesitance to confirm whether Kristian’s current personality was truly his own.

The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart grew.

If Kristian had gone through all of that just to save her… how could she possibly face him now?

The urge to find him hit her all at once. She needed him to regain his memories. They needed to have a real conversation.

Without hesitating, she dialed his number.

By then, night had fallen. Kristian wasn’t at his home or a hotel. He was tucked away in a decrepit warehouse at the edge of town. When he saw Freya’s name flashing on his screen, he didn’t think twice before rejecting the call.

Not wanting her to worry, he quickly typed out a message: “The game hasn’t started yet, so I can’t contact you for now. Remember to eat well. See you tomorrow.”

He turned off his phone and slid it into his pocket. Then his gaze flicked to a group of rough-looking men loitering across from him.

“M-Mr. Shaw…” one of them stammered, clearly terrified. “Why are you looking for us?”

“To talk business,” Kristian replied without hesitation. None of them dared speak another word. What kind of business could someone like him possibly have with them?

“If you follow my instructions,” Kristian said, his voice cool and commanding, “each of you will get a million.” Even while casually seated, the pressure he exuded was stifling.

The men exchanged wary glances, still struggling to believe the offer was real.

Kristian Shaw wasn’t a stranger to the group of men. There was no way he’d ever lower himself to striking deals with their kind. And now, all of a sudden, he was bringing up such a thing—it screamed that something was seriously off.

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