Freya woke up early the next day.

A depressing feeling came back to her the moment she opened her eyes. Joanne told her everything would be fine the last night, but it did not.

However, she could be clam now.

Freya got up gently for fear of waking up Joanne. The doorbell rang just as she finished brushing her teeth.

She saw Brian through the peephole.

"He is here for Joanne." Freya thought with envy. "She married the man she loved, who cared for her as well. Not like me, I screwed everything up."

She tidied her hair before opening the door. "Come on in. Joanne is still sleeping."

"Have a rest at home for a couple of days if you feel the need. I'll let Gavin tell Candy about this," said Brian after entering the room.

Freya thought for a while, head down. "Thank you so much, but I'll be in the company for the training on time."

Just now, she recalled that she went to Travis with a knife last night. She meant to kill him, but fortunately, she did not lose her mind at that time.

She felt so strange with the impetuous and desperate girl she had been last night, so, she did not want to and should not stay alone that day.

"Don't force yourself, but I would say it's great if you will be there." Brian put the breakfast he brought on the table and asked, "Would you mind if I enter your room to wake Joanne up?"

"No." Freya smiled. "Do as you please."

Brian pushed the door and found Joanne still asleep. He called her name several times but received no response.

Joanne always had a wake-up call for every morning, but she left for the police station in a hurry yesterday, so, she forgot to bring her cell phone with her.

Brian pinched her nose and said, "Joanne, wake up, or you'll be late."

"Mmm..." Joanne turned over and covered her head with the quilt. "Just five more minutes, please..."

Brian raised his wrist to check the time and started counting.

However, in less than five minutes, Joanne suddenly opened her eyes.

What happened last night swarmed into her mind. She looked at Brian, who was standing beside her bed, in surprise. "Didn't you go home last night? How could you be here so early?"

Brian put the bag he brought with him beside her pillow. "I spent the night in our apartment in downtown. I also brought your clothes here and breakfast for you. By the way, it's seven fifty now."

Joanne took Brian's hand and checked the watch on his wrist-he did not kid her. She immediately got up and rushed into the bathroom with the bag Brian brought to her.

After the shower, when she changed her clothes, she realized that Brian had had someone pack up her underwear. Her face suddenly blushed, and she went out, head extremely low.

"Come to have your breakfast." Brian called her. "I'll drive you to work later."

"Okay," she answered and went over, dragging her feet. After that, she had Freya sit with her for breakfast.

Brian had brought them some congee with pickled cucumbers, which were enjoyable to taste and triggered their appetite. Freya wanted to enjoy them, but she was too depressed to eat anything.

Joanne picked up a piece of cumber to Freya. "Freya, you have to eat something, more or less. You have many things to deal with. You need energy."

Freya nodded indifferently and started swallowing the congee bit by bit with her head down.

"Hungry but not feeling like eating anything, that's having a poor appetite about."

Freya felt as if her empty stomach were falling down in hunger, but she just did not feel like eating anything. "Joanne was right. I have to eat something. I need strength to deal with what ahead of me."

Even Freya had no appetite, she still had two bowls of congee.

She raised her head from the bowl. "I'm full. I got to leave for work, enjoy your food."

"Freya, you..." Joanne wanted to tell Freya to take a rest at home for several days, but she gave up the idea after Brian signaled at her and watched Freya go out with her car keys.

When Freya entered the elevator, Joanne finally continued her words. "I worried that it was the wrong time for her to work now."

"Don't worry. She has come to herself now," said Brian, "she refused to have a rest when I proposed so."

"She wants to keep herself busy." Joanne figured Freya's intention and sighed before continuing, "How come things became like this?"

Several days ago, Freya was overjoyed by the possibility of starting a relationship with Chris, but how...things came to an end like that?

Brian fondled Joanne's hair. "Don't bother yourself. What happened has happened. You brother will make everything right."

Joanne took his advice. If Chris did care Freya, he would not leave her alone.

Relieved, Joanne cleaned up the table, wrapped the leftovers in cling film, and put them into the fridge. After that, she went to work by Brian's car.

...

In Everbridge Group.

"Brother Rowdy." Jack tried to wake up Chris in the way he usually did in private. "Wake up, it's almost nine o'clock. You have a meeting to attend half an hour later."

After a busy night in company, Chris did not go to bed until it was almost dawning. He had only slept for two or three hours when he opened his eyes, and the dark circles below his eyes made him look even sleepier.

"Your breakfast is served outside," Jack continued, "get up to refresh yourself and change your clothes. The meeting will be started soon after breakfast."

Hands folded, Chris pressed between his eyebrows with both thumbs. "Jack, I have a job for you. You need to do it in secret without being noticed by anyone."

"What's it?" Jack looked at ease as he had done many similar things for Chris.

Chris replied, "Start an internal investigation among our company to see if anyone who participated in the project has linked with the Clark Enterprise."

Jack was stunned for a while.

"Everyone in the company knew someone had betrayed the project, and rumor has it that the person is Freya, except whom, no one else should be suspected. Moreover, everyone knew it would be a commercial crime to do that, so, no one would be so stupid to ruin their career.

"However, Chris still wants to dig into it."

Jack asked uncertainly, "Brother Rowdy, do you mean... we got a mole in our company?"

"That night, Freya was drunk. Maybe she told Travis about it, or maybe someone else took advantage of it," replied Chris, "You must dig into the matter, and don't let it out whatever you may find."

"I see." Jack nodded and left the rest room.

In an unbearable headache, Chris went into the bathroom, pressing between his eyebrows. When he came out again, he was shaved and neatly dressed with his hair tidied, looking an elegant and handsome man again, without any trace of exhaustion on his face.

Before leaving for the meeting, he checked his phone and found he missed two calls from Joanne. On the way to the meeting room, he called back.

"Brother." Joanne answerd the phone quickly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good." Chris laughed and sounded delighted. "It's common to be betrayed in business. I'm so weak to be defeated by such a little case."

"But Freya is not well." Joanne sighed. "She went to Travis with a knife and was taken away by the police."

Chris's step paused. "Where is she now?"

"Brian and I bailed her out. He told her to have a rest for a couple of days but she refused and still went to the company for the training."

Chris let out a sigh of relief after knowing Freya was clear-minded. "I'll call her."

"Okay." Joanne ended the call quickly.

Chris told Jack to delay the meeting for five minutes and called Freya in the stairway.

At this time, Freya was excising mechanically on a treadmill, and she seemed not able to catch the speed. Candy worried that Freya would fell down, so, she called her name but she seemed not to hear her.

.

She almost jumped off the machine when her cell phone rang with Chris's name on the screen. She dashed into an unoccupied room and shut the door before answering the phone. There was a long silence.

When Chris spoke up, a dozen seconds had passed. "Freya, don't do anything stupid."

The tears she had held back in the morning finally gushed out from her eyes and splashed on the floor. "Mmm." she sobbed.

"More than that," Chris continued, "take care of yourself."

"Why did it sound like a farewell? Is he planning to leave me and never call me again?"

Freya cried out, feeling pins and needles from her forehead. She wanted to beg him not to leave her, but he hung up the phone in silence.

"This time, he left me forever."

Freya fell in a heap on the floor, crying loudly and bitterly. Her tears began to gush out from her eyes.

The girls who exercised with her were startled by her crying and all got down from the facilities, asking Candy, "What happened to Freya?"

Candy shook her head. "I don't know, but it had to be a big problem to screw her up like this as she was always optimistic."

"Let's get in and comfort her." Freya was popular, so, at this time, everyone present worried about her.

"Wait." Candy stopped them. "Keep exercising, girls. I'll go."

Just as Candy was about to push the door of the dancing room open, Gavin walked in.

Gavin was the most handsome man in Lambert Group in addition to Brian, after who get married, he became the man of the girls' dreams. As a chief officer, he had to associate with all kinds of people, which made him skillful to make girls laugh. Therefore, his arrival excited the girls, who addressed him in sweet voices.

After saying hello to everyone, he asked, "Where is Freya?"

The girls fell into silence at once and pointed at the dance room, from where came sobbing sounds.

Candy walked over to them. "She appeared to be fine yesterday, what happened to her later?"

"Alas." Gavin shook his head with a sigh. "It's a long story."

"Could it be that something happened to her family?" Except for this reason, Candy could not think of anything that could screw Freya down.

"If it was about her family, she would try to solve it as aggressive as a lion," said Gavin, "it's about her own business. Do not irritate her or question her these days, she will be fine herself." Gavin believed that Chris would not stand by and watch her like that.

He continued, "I'll go in to see if she feels better."

Gavin pushed the door of the dance room open and walked in only to see Freya squatted down on the ground with her arms around her body. The floor right below her eyes was logged with her tears.

He handed her a tissue and tried to comfort her. "Don't cry, Freya. Since you have come to your sense and participated in the training. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Freya raised her head and looked at Gavin, stunned.

"Take good care of yourself." Chris had said the same words to her.

"Yes, I should take good care of myself and do the right things." She would do as Chris hoped.

Freya's eyes gradually became radiant. Seeing this, Gavin smiled. "Get up, good girl."

Freya stood up with Gavin's hand and dried her tears. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Gavin suddenly recalled why he came there-Chris called him and asked him to comfort Freya.

He patted Freya on the shoulder gently. "Everything will be fine, no more tears, okay?"

Freya forced a smile and nodded before going back for training.