Chapter 27 Attending the Banquet
Chapter 27 Attending the Banquet
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Worried that Louis might bring up a conversation she couldn’t keep up with, Freya deliberately chose to sit in the back seat. But even that wasn’t enough to escape small talk.
Freya never imagined she’d find herself in this situation, and to be fair, neither had Louis. He had never once thought he would personally drive his so–called wife to a banquet. In the past, he wouldn’t have even let his driver bring her along.
Yet, sitting in complete silence felt awkward. Seeing that Freya had no intention of speaking, Louis took the initiative. “You’re dressed so lightly. Aren’t you cold?”
“It’s fine. It’s long–sleeved, so it’s not too bad,” Freya quickly responded.
Louis turned the steering wheel and caught a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror. She looked slightly tense, which made him feel a mischievous urge–something he hadn’t felt since childhood. “I get the feeling… your attitude toward me has changed.”
“Huh? No way.” Freya reflexively denied it, then forced a polite smile. “We have no grudges between us, and you’ve been good to me. I should be grateful. It’s just that we never interacted much before, but now we’re seeing each other every day. I’m just not used to it yet, but I will be soon.”
Louis was about to say something else when he noticed her absentmindedly rubbing her arms. The forced smile faded, leaving behind an expression of uncertainty. Suddenly, he lost interest in continuing the conversation. Until the investigation results come in, maybe I shouldn’t overthink this. So far, she hasn’t done anything to harm me. I’ll wait until I have the full picture.
The two of them fell into silence. Before long, they arrived at the city’s largest hotel. After a valet took the car, they barely made it to the entrance before someone deliberately blocked their way.
Freya found herself staring at a slightly overweight man with greasy hair, his arm hooked by a woman dressed in gaudy attire. His expression was filled with blatant malice.
Not knowing what was going on, she instinctively turned to Louis, who didn’t even spare the man a glance, his demeanor icy. “The land in Eastvale has caught Mondez Group’s attention lately. Shouldn’t Mr. Johnson be keeping an eye on it?”
The man, whom Louis had just addressed as Johnson, froze. He hadn’t even had the chance to speak before Louis shut him down. His expression twisted for a brief moment, as if he wanted to retort but thought better of it. After three seconds of hesitation, he finally said,
“Mr. Graham, as impressive as always. It’s been a long time–what a pleasure.”
Louis didn’t bother responding. Without sparing Johnson another glance, he led Freya past him and continued inside. Freya could practically feel the frustration radiating from behind her, but she was too preoccupied with something else–this was the first time she had witnessed Louis‘ aura in full force, and she was completely taken aback.
What am I supposed to do here? She had no clue, so she simply followed Louis inside.
The moment they stepped into the banquet hall, she recognized several familiar faces from the original owner’s memories. These were all former drinking buddies of the original Freya–wives or daughters of various executives. Of course, none of them were particularly valued within their families.
A few of them turned their heads and immediately spotted Freya. Some even raised their wine glasses, ready to approach her. However, the moment they noticed Louis by her side, they hesitated and quietly retreated.
