My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 You’re Hurting Met

Freya was only patting the young man’s shoulder, but Radley suddenly appeared and provoked her.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the young man’s waist.

“What else can we do here?”

Radley stared at her hand. His voice was laced with ice. “You are really good at acting. I never knew you were so unrestrained before.”

Freya pinched the young man’s waist and laughed arrogantly.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. After all, your eyesight is not that good.”

Even a b*tch can attract your attention!

As she spoke, she grabbed the young man and was ready to leave.

The sight of this se mbag made her angry and frustrated. She was angry that she had lost two years of her youth for nothing.

The young man was already scared, so he followed Freya obediently.

As they brushed past Radley, Freya felt a tight grip on her wrist.

When she looked up, she realized it was Radley grabbing her. His eyes were cold. “What did you do with him in the bathroom?”

Freya frowned and tried to shake him off, but Radley held on tightly.

She squinted her eyes and turned to look at the young man. “Go on. Wait for me back there.”

The young man hesitated but eventually left.

As soon as the young man was out of sight, Freya turned to Radley. “I’ll give you one chance. Let go!”

No response.

Very well.

Freya sneered and stopped struggling. She used the force of Radley grabbing her hand to dodge and broke free from his grip in an instant.

With lightning-fast speed, Freya swiftly slipped away and grasped Radley’s hand in a reverse grip. With deft movements, she leveraged her body to flip him over her back.

Clean and perfect movement.

Radley fell to the ground and his vision turned black for a moment.

He had excellent skills, but he never intended to use them on a woman. After all, when Freya was in the Monaghan family, what she did was nothing more than embroider. He couldn’t believe what was happening now.

After Freya threw him, she clapped her hands and was ready to leave.

As soon as she took a step, her ankle was grabbed by Radley. He was angry but restrained himself. He said in a low voice. “Surprise, surprise. It turns out you can fight.”

Freya raised her eyebrows and lifted her foot sharply, intending to strike at Radley’s private parts.

Vicious and cunning!

With his guard up, Radley dodged and swiftly pressed Freya against the wall with his hand.

Radley was tall. His eyes filled with domination, exuding an aura of someone who was used to being in control.

Frowning, Freya was about to retaliate by bending her knees and hitting him where it hurt, but the next second, Radley had already pressed his knee against hers.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together and Freya couldn’t move her legs. This seemingly ambiguous posture was actually very tense.

Freya’s eyes were sharp. Radley was a head taller than her. His handsome face was like the temple of a god. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her with a cold and sharp gaze.

“Still wanna fight?”

Radley’s face was very close to hers. A faint scent of agarwood mixed with a strong scent of maturity wafted from him.

Freya was furious, but after struggling a few times, she found that she was really no match for him.

She narrowed her eyes. A plan came to mind.

In an instant, her bright eyes were filled with moisture and looked watery.

“You’re hurting me.” Her voice was low, like a feather brushing Radley’s heart.

His face fell, and he wondered what tricks she was up to, but his hand instinctively loosened.

The next moment, Freya picked up the vase on the washbasin and smashed it at him fiercely.

She remembered that Radley was the president of the Monaghan Group, so she didn’t aim at his head and only hit his back.

The target was down with just a single strike, and Freya sprinted toward the private room. There was no time to turn around.

That se mbag might have been despicable, but his skills were enough to take down several special forces. soldiers without him breaking a sweat.

A clever woman wouldn’t suffer any losses, so she had to run quickly.

Freya ran all the way back to the private room. Although Azure Club was in Caltun, it was too close to the Monaghan family’s influence.

She had just set someone up. There might be trouble later.

Freya greeted the escorts in the room. “Everyone, out.”

She then turned to the trembling young man in the corner and said, “You, come over and help me carry

her.”

The young man obediently picked up the already asleep Isabella and followed Freya out of the club’s door.

It was already late at night. They didn’t drive there. Now, they couldn’t even call a taxi.

Freya was anxious, but then a black Hummer pulled up in front of her. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other arm resting on the car window, Matthew said, “Kittie, what a coincidence.”

Freya immediately directed the young man, “Put her in the back seat.”

Matthew said nothing as he watched on awkwardly.

The young man quickly put Isabella in the back seat. Freya then quickly got into the passenger seat.

Matthew looked at the person in the passenger seat and was speechless.

In the seat, Freya turned to look at the young man and frowned.

Radley saw how he looks, and who knows if he’ll take it out on him if he couldn’t find me.

“You, get in the car.

The young man didn’t hesitate and got in the car.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Matthew stared with wide eyes. “Kittie, what’s this about? Are you trying to kidnap the daughter from the Parker family?”

Throughout the entire ordeal, Freya didn’t exchange a word with Matthew. She went about her business with efficient precision, not even giving Matthew a glance.

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Matthew caught a glimpse of a familiar figure chasing after them from the club and smirked. “Alright, you owe me half of the ransom when we get it.”

The black Hummer disappeared into the night.

As the car drove down the road, Freya finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Kittie, you owe me a big favor this time,” said Matthew, slowing down the car.

Freya closed her eyes and suppressed the discomfort in her stomach. The car had been going too fast, and she didn’t feel like talking.

Matthew smiled. “If you want to repay me, why don’t you treat me to a late-night snack?”

In the back seat, Isabella woke up and vomited.

Matthew was agitated. “Hey, hey! Open up the window for her!”

The young man’s voice sounded helpless. “It’s too late…”

Matthew slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped. He turned to look at Isabella in the back seat. “Oh gosh! I am a clean freak! Get her out of here!”

On the passenger side, Freya was so overwhelmed by a sharp brake that she could no longer suppress it. She covered her mouth and let out a loud dry heave.

Matthew stared at her in horror. “Kittie, hold it in!”

Freya took a deep breath. The smell in the car was pungent.

Matthew threw wet wipes and tissues over, and the young man worked diligently to clean up the mess in the back seat.

By the time the car windows were opened for ventilation, they had lost their appetite for late-night snacks.

Matthew resigned himself to driving Isabella back to her home and then took Freya back to her house.

As he left, he looked frail and weak. “Kittie, remember the favor you owe me.”

In the night breeze, Freya and the young man were staring at each other.

The young man’s eyes were sincere and bright.

Freya rubbed her forehead. “What’s your name?”

The young man said. “My name is Edward Fraser.”

“Why do you work as an escort?”

Edward looked uneasy. “This is my first time doing it. My classmate asked me to come, saying that I could earn a month’s living expenses just by drinking some alcohol.”

Freya frowned, thinking that it was a naive idea.

He was lucky that he was in the hands of Freya and Isabella. If he had fallen into the hands of female clients with more extreme tastes, he wouldn’t be so naive now.

Freya’s voice became stern. “You’re in your twenties. Aren’t you aware of what may happen when you work as an escort? Why do you believe what your classmate says? Which university are you from?”

Edward panicked. His big eyes became watery. “Evergreen. Evergreen University. I have no choice. I need money. My brother is sick.”

A prestigious university, and he was doing it for his family.

Freya’s heart softened a bit. She asked for Edward’s bank account number and transferred ten thousand dollars to him.

“Find a place to stay tonight. I’ll contact you tomorrow, and we’ll talk then.”

Edward wondered. Does this beautiful lady want to keep me as a toy boy? But he was a principled person.

She is kinda cool though… and kind.

And he seemed to have fallen in love with her at first sight.

Holding his phone, Edward struggled with his