She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 937:

Alan’s head spun in confusion. Did she just say Lambert Group?

The Lambert Group he knew, the elusive, nearly invisible empire?

“What’s wrong?” Freya asked when Alan didn’t respond for a long moment.

“Liquor’s here. I’ll go get it.” Alan glanced at his buzzing phone, clearly seizing the chance to change the subject as he stood up. “We’ll talk later. No rush.”

Since he didn’t bring it up again, neither did Freya or Ellis.

When Alan came back with the liquor, he sat down and began drinking with Ellis, while Freya and Ethel left them to it.

As usual, Alan was hoping to get Ellis to let something slip.

But as the drinks piled up, his own thoughts started to drift.

At first, the conversation was normal. But the more Alan drank, the more his tongue loosened, and soon he was slurring drunken warnings at Ellis.

“Let me tell you, Mina is the treasure of our family,” Alan said, flinging an unsteady arm around Ellis’s shoulder. “If you ever do her wrong, I won’t let you off easy.”

Ellis, still stone-cold sober, glanced at Freya, who was lounging on the sofa watching TV with Ethel. His eyes softened with unmistakable affection.

After a moment, he said quietly, “She’s the center of my world too.”

For the rest of his life, he would cherish her.

He would protect her with everything he had.

“Alan.” Ellis opened his phone and began recording, setting his plan into motion.

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ

Alan looked pleased.

Ellis went on, his tone low and steady, “Do you want Freya to suffer?”

“No.”

“Do you want her to be overworked?”

“No.”

“Then how about you keep managing Briggs Group?” His voice was calm, deliberate—firm without raising volume.

Without even pausing to think, Alan blurted out, “No problem!”

Ellis was satisfied. He slipped his phone away and stopped drinking with him.

Noticing the sudden quiet from their side, Freya glanced over before getting up and walking over.

“Take him to my place,” Freya said knowingly. “When he wakes up, he’ll probably think he’s Superman and try to stir up trouble.”

“No need,” Ellis said lightly. “Let him sleep here.”

Since Alan had a knack for creating chaos, it was better to keep him close.

Freya hesitated but didn’t press the point.noveldrama

Ellis helped Alan up and took him into the bedroom.

Watching the thoroughly drunk man, Freya still felt a little uneasy. She was just about to speak when Ellis called out her name.

“Freya.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m your boyfriend.” It was probably the hundredth time he’d emphasized this.

Freya nodded. “I know.”

“You can lean on me, you know. Stop carrying everything by yourself.” He gently pinched her soft, porcelain cheek. “Or I’ll look like a trophy boyfriend.”

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