With a quick glance, Eagle stood beside her.
The dean’s son got up, pointing at Eagle, “You, you, how dare you hit me again! I’ll sue you for assault!”
Eagle raised his hand menacingly, sending the dean’s son cowering, “Don’t touch me.”
“If you don’t want a beating, then scram!” Eagle warned sternly.
Knowing he couldn’t match Eagle’s strength, the dean’s son slinked away.
Freya approached.
The sense of security this bodyguard exuded was unmatched.
“If he shows his face again, I won’t go easy on him. He’s nothing but trouble,” Freya stated.
As she got in the car, she added, “Better to keep our distance from such individuals.”
They were irrational.
Once they latched onto you, they wouldn’t let go like a stubborn adhesive that wouldn’t peel off.
“I’ve never seen someone like that before,” Eagle remarked.
“There are plenty of such people in this world,” Freya replied.
In a world as vast as this, nothing was too strange.
Once you accepted that, everything became clear.
“Will this matter be resolved? I have a feeling that guy won’t give up easily,” Eagle inquired.
This topic always gave her a headache.
She pressed her temples.
“If he comes looking for me, I’ll just have to avoid him for now.”
She couldn’t afford to provoke him.
Feeling a sticky sensation, she checked her phone – it was almost time for her monthly visitor, explaining her discomfort.
“Eagle, stop at a supermarket,” she requested.
“Need anything? Should I get it for you?” Eagle offered.
“No need,” she declined.
After a while, Eagle found a parking spot at the market’s entrance.
Freya got out, bought sanitary pads, tucked them in her pocket, grabbed a bottle of water, paid, and emerged from the store, water in hand.
“You thirsty?” Eagle asked.
Freya nodded, “I only bought one bottle. Are you thirsty?”
Eagle replied in the negative, “Should we head home?”
Freya considered and dialed Elijah, “Have you found anything, Evan?”
“He’s waiting at the office; seems like he has news,” Elijah answered.
“I’ll come right away,” Freya decided, ending the call.
She tossed her phone into her pocket.
“To the office,” she directed Eagle.
En route, they encountered traffic.
Freya dozed off in the car.
It was Eagle who eventually woke her up, saying, “Madame, we’re at the office.”
Drowsily, she asked, “Already?”
“We’re here,” he confirmed.
She rubbed her eyes, lowered the window, and the fresh air that filled the car instantly woke her up.
Exiting the vehicle, she walked towards the building.
The receptionist greeted her respectfully, “Good day, Madame.”
Freya smiled in return.
As she stepped into the elevator, the receptionist approached, “Madame.”
She turned back, “Yes?”
“You have some…” the receptionist pointed at her pants, stained with blood.
She smacked her forehead – how could she forget this?
“The restroom is over there,” the receptionist pointed, “I have a clean skirt, if you don’t mind, I can fetch it for you to change into.”
“Thank you,” Freya said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The receptionist handed her the skirt, “Feel free to wear it. It’s brand new; I bought it but forgot to take it home.”
Freya grabbed the bag and headed to the restroom.
After a long while, she emerged looking extremely pale.
The receptionist had prepared sweetened red bean soup for her.
When she handed it over, Freya seemed distracted.
“Madame, are you feeling unwell?” the receptionist inquired.
Freya shook her head, “I’m fine.”
With that, she left, still holding the red bean soup the receptionist had given her.
She snapped out of her daze and returned to the front desk, placing the soup on the table. “Thank you. By the way, how much did you pay for the skirt? I’ll transfer the money to you.”
The receptionist waved it off, “It’s nothing special. You don’t have to pay me. As long as you’re okay with it.”
Freya smiled at her.
She took the elevator to the upper floors.