She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 944:

“I failed to notice the message last night,” Freya admitted.

Ellis leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to an intimate murmur. “Grant me a kiss, and all shall be forgiven.”

Freya’s body tensed momentarily before she skillfully evaded his advance. “I need to freshen up,” she announced.

“Once you’ve completed your routine, join me for breakfast,” Ellis called after her retreating form. He had arrived specifically to escort her. True to his promise regarding overseeing her nourishment, he had prepared breakfast. “I’ve reserved portions for Sheila and Alan, so there’s no need to disturb their rest now.”

Freya acknowledged with a nod. Ethel cherished her extended morning repose, and Alan exhibited identical tendencies. During ordinary days, absent school or professional obligations, they would likely remain nestled under covers until well past nine.

As anticipated, Ethel and Alan didn’t emerge from their slumber until the clock nearly struck ten. Freya had left Ethel a notification. Upon awakening, Ethel proceeded directly to Ellis’s residence.

Following their breakfast, Alan broached the critical matter.

The previous evening’s discussion had yielded unsatisfactory results, but today, determination fueled his resolve to conclude the matter. He decided to relinquish his position. No further professional obligations. Only enjoyment awaited.

“Mina, when do you intend to return to Briggs Group and assume my position?” he inquired bluntly, settling onto the sofa.

An oppressive silence descended as bewildered gazes fixed upon him. No one had anticipated this abrupt declaration, delivered without preliminary remarks.

“Your dad and our grandpa have expressed no objections, and I’ve discreetly consulted the shareholders—all have indicated support,” Alan continued, unmistakably eager to transfer his responsibilities. “Provided you consent, the transition can commence immediately.”

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Freya hesitated briefly before proposing, “I could transfer a portion of my shares to you.”

“Keep them.”

“Perhaps half?”

“Not remotely tempted.”

“The entirety, then?”

“Even if you and Sheila relinquished all your shares to me, I would steadfastly decline,” Alan responded with unwavering conviction, a mischievous glint in his eye. “My pursuit is liberation, not accumulation of wealth.”

“Occupying a high position may indeed prove exhausting, but such status confers numerous advantages,” Freya attempted to sway him with gentle persuasion.

Alan remained thoroughly unconvinced. What advantages could possibly outweigh his freedom? He’d witnessed none of consequence.

“If you persist merely as a rich man who exclusively indulges in frivolity, genuine affection might forever elude you,” Freya remarked with sincere concern etched across her features.

Alan countered with unwavering self-assurance, “Utterly implausible. With my good looks, securing companionship presents no challenge whatsoever.”

“Do you surpass Ellis in physical attractiveness?” The question struck like a calculated blow.

“Certainly not,” Ethel interjected definitively, answering on his behalf. An even more devastating assessment! These two mischief-makers were relentless.noveldrama

Freya persisted in her earnest attempt at persuasion, her tone adopting a gravity that demanded attention. “Your physical attributes and financial resources may initially attract potential partners, but such superficial qualities cannot sustain interest indefinitely. Should someone with superior looks and greater wealth emerge, your comparative advantages would instantly evaporate.”

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