She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 949:

“Per the agreement, you’re liable for any damages I take because of you in this deal,” Kristian said, his stare cold as ice, not a flicker of feeling in it. “The Shaw Group lost billions during my amnesia. That’s your bill.”

“But we agreed to scrap that clause!” Lawrence’s voice cracked, panic setting in.

That kind of money would bury him. He’d be broke in a heartbeat.

Kristian was already up, slipping into his clothes, his demeanor as frosty as ever. “Who said that? Where’s the proof? Got a signed, stamped document?”

“You said it yourself,” Lawrence shot back, grasping at straws.

“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” Kristian said, shrugging it off. “No signed paper? You pay.”

Lawrence was about to lose it. “What did I ever do to upset you?” He knew Kristian’s character. Even a handshake deal was usually ironclad with him. But now, he was flat-out reneging. There had to be more to this.

“You should never have involved her,” Kristian said, adjusting his cuffs, his eyes turning even colder. “And you definitely shouldn’t have roped her into babysitting me.”

What he owed Freya was a debt he’d carry forever. Yet Lawrence had pulled her into this chaos and even stuck her with looking after him.

“All this over that?” Lawrence asked, still reeling.

“Yeah, exactly that,” Kristian said, his tone final, before striding out of the medical room.

Gerard was waiting outside, blind to what went down inside, his worry only growing.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦

Just as he was wondering how Kristian was holding up, he saw him step out, wrapped in an icy aura that pushed everyone away.

“Mr. Shaw?” Gerard ventured, testing the waters.

Kristian’s lips barely moved. “Let’s roll.”

“Got it,” Gerard said, snapping to attention.

He led Kristian out of Lawrence’s medical facility and opened the car’s backseat door for him.

He kept sneaking glances at the rearview mirror on the drive back. One question burned in his mind: Had Kristian gotten his memories back?noveldrama

“Did you deliver the item to Freya?” Kristian asked out of nowhere.

Gerard didn’t miss a beat. “Not yet.”

“Toss it.”

“What?”

“She doesn’t need to see it,” Kristian said, his voice like a cold snap.

He knew the truth—there was no “other personality.” Freyrian was just him, his amnesiac self, twisted by Lawrence’s mind games. It was always him.

Gerard thought of the item—a letter Kristian had entrusted to him—and hesitated. “You sure?”

“Positive,” Kristian replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

That letter was his heart poured out to Freya, a plea for her to remember a guy who loved her more than anything. Now, he knew Freya had a new life. No need to drag her back with his baggage.

“Sir,” Gerard said tentatively, catching Kristian’s eye in the mirror, worry etched on his face. From the look on Kristian’s face, it seemed his memories were back.

“What?” Kristian asked, staring out the window, his mind a million miles away.

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