She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 947:

Ethel didn’t respond.

Ellis, too, said nothing.

All three wore eerily identical expressions.

Alan’s tone turned sharper. “Why are you all just staring? Did you hear what I said?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Freya answered coolly. Anita International was on solid ground now, and in the near future, it wouldn’t need too much oversight. If Alan truly wanted out of Briggs Group, she could take over. But right now, she knew he was just joking about quitting.

“What’s that supposed to mean? If none of you give me a proper answer today, I’ll keep your boyfriend away from you,” Alan threatened, feigning a fierce glare. “You won’t see each other for months.”

“If you can actually pull that off, I’ll take over the company right this second,” Freya snapped back, her tone laced with challenge.

Not just Alan. Even if she joined forces with Trent, they still might not be able to keep Ellis in check. He was seriously too much.

Alan was dumbfounded. How could she? Underestimating him like that was downright insulting. He scoffed twice, took a few long strides toward Ellis, and…noveldrama

Leaned in. “Come home with me now, and I’ll tell you all about Mina’s childhood—and help you deal with her family.”

Ellis remained silent. Winning her family’s approval was something he needed to earn himself—not through backdoor deals.

“I’ll tell you what she likes.” Seeing no reaction, Alan sweetened the offer.

“I know everything about her,” Ellis replied, calm and steady. “We just got together. I’m not about to stay away from her for months over something you said.”

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Alan’s expression darkened. This guy was seriously hard to sway. “Come on, just go run the company,” Ethel chimed in again. “I’ll be right behind you, cheering you on—in spirit, at least.”

“Scram,” Alan murmured.

Seeing that the battle was already lost, he dropped the argument. But deep down, he’d already made up his mind—once Freya’s child could walk, he was making his grand escape.

Around noon, Freya sent Gerard a message, asking about Kristian. The reply she got was the same as yesterday.

Upon hearing that Kristian wouldn’t be returning today, she let Ellis know. She was mildly concerned about his condition, but since Gerard was with Kristian, she didn’t press the issue.

Right after Gerard texted Freya back, Lawrence called.

Upon hearing Kristian was about to wake up, Gerard immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over to the lab. By the time he arrived, Kristian was still unconscious.

“If all goes well, he should wake up in about half an hour,” Lawrence said, donning a crisp white coat, his demeanor elegant and composed.

“Should we call Freya?”

“No need.”

“Are you sure?”

“My boss told me not to inform her,” Gerard said plainly.

Lawrence shuffled the papers in his hand and commented idly, “Still trying to keep her in the dark?”

Gerard said nothing. He had no idea what was going through Kristian’s mind. But if the man regained his memories and went back to being his old self, Gerard wouldn’t hesitate to go toe-to-toe with him.

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