The lower half of the long skirt slipped from Chris's hands...

Freya's proud long legs were exposed.

In her heart, she silently taunted the rudeness of Chris, but her face kept a fascinating smile. "This works as well." She arranged the skirt in a charming manner. "I will be on stage like this later!"

"Freya! Norris!" Chris raged while grinding his teeth.

The damned girl must be doing it intentionally! She definitely knew that he couldn't tolerate low-cut V-necks, not to say revealing her legs. Was this not to challenge his bottom line?

Freya was not afraid of him and raised her chin. "Your girlfriends used to wear more revealing clothes! Why didn't you scold them?"

Chris's handsome face truly darkened.

He rashly pushed Freya to the wall. Freya had no time to scream. He had already rushed like a beast, and accurately grasped Freya's lips.

"Hmm!"

Freya widened her eyes, and then started kicking and scratching Chris when she realized what was happening.

Asshole, it was hard to apply makeup, he acted recklessly, and the lipstick was smudged by the pig!

Chris was annoyed by Freya. She laughed with others and refused him.

He tightly held Freya's hands and feet. Freya wanted to keep her perfect look, and sure enough, she didn't dare to struggle again, she only looked at him with hatred.

Chris did not care, plundering her taste with force. It took a long time to slowly release Freya. His hands held Freya's cheek and suddenly bit her lip.

"Hey-" Freya felt a strong pain, and she wanted to bite back, but Chris released her at this time.

"You're different from them." Chris suddenly said. His thumb touched Freya's lips and pressed the little bite mark he had made.

He said this long ago, so Freya didn't feel surprised. She smiled and asked, "What's the difference?"

The words were right on Chris's lips, but they wouldn't come out.

One reason was that he had never said it; the second was that once said, the forbearance of these days would be useless.

Freya stared at Chris, but only with disappointment.

The smile on her lips turned into self-deprecation. She pushed Chris away and said, "Today I got the number 4, I have to go and put on makeup."

Chris's lips moved a little, but eventually, he said nothing. He saw Freya go out.

Joanne knew that Freya was No. 4 today. She had been watching the time outside the door. She could only blink her eyes when she saw Freya coming out.

The skirt was torn; her brother was too rough.

"Freya, what can I do?" She asked.

"The crew also have spare clothes; I'll put on makeup and change." Freya shrugged as if she had become accustomed to Chris's rudeness.

She was afraid that if she returned to the makeup room, she would be seen by other contestants. Freya phoned Candy and told her to bring things out. They used an empty dressing room to get ready.

After everything was done, it was almost time for the live broadcast. Joanne said to Freya, "I will go back after watching your show today. There is a murder case that has not been solved. I have to return and check some information."

Freya nodded. "You can go to the front desk first."

Joanne walked out of the dressing room and happened to meet Chris. His face was not as good as it was when he came; it was even gloomier.

She walked over to hold Chris's hand. "Brother, don't worry. Anyway, Freya won't be with others."

Chris's eye showed a kind of danger. "How dare her!

Joanne was speechless. When a bad-tempered person ran into another one, like two crashing stones, they would only hurt each other.

She ignored it.

The two returned to the audience and the show began to broadcast. Chris noticed that Aaron who entangled Freya last week sat behind him, which made him more uncomfortable.

When Freya came out, the audience under the stage was obviously more enthusiastic. The screams overshadowed the previous contestants, and she just walked the standard steps, as if there were thousands of rays coming together behind her, she could afford it.

"That is, she is the girl!" Aaron, who sat at the rear row of the square suddenly said excitedly, "Hey, look at those legs, that body! Really sexy! Ah... I'm thinking of divorcing my wife..."

"Old Fang, tell you something-" Another person said, "when at the catwalks, the upper body of these models are... braless. Well, you know."

Aaron suddenly laughed, making people feel very uncomfortable.

The air pressure around Chris was so low that people couldn't breathe. He stared at Freya on the stage, and his eyes could almost erupt in anger.

She changed her clothes, indeed, but she changed to a knee-length skirt. She barely showed her legs, and the deep V neck straightened to the chest, making the curve unfold.

The damned girl!

Joanne had already noticed her brother's anger. She whispered to him. "Freya only listens to her close ones. This person refers to someone who has a very clear relationship with her, such as her good friends, relatives and so on. If you want her to listen to you, just say what must be said."

"..." Chris looked at Joanne with suspicion.

"Believe it or not," Joanne said, "Sooner or later, you need to say it, unless you intend to hide it for more than ten years like Brian. But after more than ten years, I guess that Freya's child can call you Uncle."

"..." Chris deeply frowned-Freya's child could only call him father!

At this moment, a burst of applause and screams broke out from the audience. It turned out that Freya's show was over, and she left the audience a back view, disappearing behind the scenes.

"Well, I'm going back." Joanne leaned in front of Chris. "Brother, you have to remember my words."

"Little kid." Chris smiled and rubbed Joanne's black hair. "I will send you out."

Winston came to pick up Joanne. Watching her get out of the car, Chris returned to the broadcast hall but noticed that Aaron who sat behind him was no longer there.

He didn't have to guess to know where Aaron was. A malicious sight flashed, and he strode toward the backstage.

At this moment, at the backstage.

After finishing the show, Freya relaxed; having looked at her clothes, she smiled with satisfaction.

She deliberately changed to this one! Annoying Chris was cool!

Thinking of this, when passing a certain door, Freya was suddenly pulled into a room.

At first, she thought he was Chris, since only he could easily play this kind of trick.

But very quickly, Freya found that he wasn't. Chris's hands were not so rough; as a perfect man, he focused on image and would never allow himself to have an unpleasant smell of smoke.

The door banged shut. Freya finally saw clearly: Aaron!

"Freya, I have been waiting for you all night." Aaron did not hide what he wanted to do, approaching to kiss Freya.

"Fuck!"

Freya naturally screamed and wanted to grab something to bash on Aaron's head, but the small dressing room was empty; she could only dodge.

However, she was on stilts, which were hard to escape with, and she could fall at any time.

Aaron noticed Freya's weakness. He stretched his hand to hold Freya's waist, and eagerly got closer to her. "Freya, why don't you follow me, ah? As long as you follow me for a while, I will make you immediately become famous."

Freya was so angry that her eyes were on fire. She had never been in this kind of disgrace.

She coldly growled, "I will let you hurt now!" Bloody red!

Aaron had not encountered such a stubborn Z-list model; he started to curse in anger. "Bitch! I give you a chance but you don't want it!"

Freya jerked up her knee and hit his groin.

"Ouch!!!" In the little dressing room, screaming sounds like a pigs were heard.

Aaron collapsed and curled up on the ground. He felt so such pain that his features were distorted. He could not speak at all.

Freya still wanted to hit him again when the dressing room door was opened.

Aaron thought someone came to his aid, and said, "Control Freya! Hold that crazy woman! Take her... Who is this!? Who!!?"

His head was covered with a big bag and he was thrown into a pitch-black world.

Aaron wanted to tear the bag, but the next second, his two hands were tied up. He thought that the person who came here was Freya's helper. He wanted to call for help. Freya took off his shoes and put the socks into his mouth.

"Umph... Umph..."

In the end, Aaron could only make squeaky sounds. Not to mention the outside, even near the dressing room door, no one would hear his voice.

Freya clapped her hands. "Uncle, this time even if you yelled at the top of your lungs, no one would hear you."

"Who is this!?" Aaron sullenly flushed his face. "Let me out! Or I will go out and kill you!"

Freya looked at Chris's eyes.

Yes, the person who came in was Chris.

She asked him with a motion, 'What should we do?'

Chris coldly smiled and greeted the stomach with a fist. The pain was delivered and made the man curl into a worm-like shape, producing a painful but dull sob.

Freya thought it was fun. She was eager to try, but was unexpectedly kicked by Aaron; her heels were too high, making her lose balance, then fall to the ground.

"Shit!"

Freya angrily rose and found that Chris was already taking revenge for her.

Chris himself was a master of in close quarters, so how could the fat Aaron withstand it? Freya felt it cruel and silently shrank, and then she heard a snap.

Aaron's nose was broken.

This blow completely defeated Aaron's bones. A big man actually cried out. "No more, no more, please... I won't harass Freya again... Please..."

Freya also felt that it would lead to death if things continued. She stopped Chris and warned Aaron, "If you dare to call the police, I will expose your sexual harassment!"

"No, no." Aaron bent and nodded. "I won't call the police, Freya, sorry, I am sorry for this."

Freya was slightly satisfied and took Chris's hand. The two fled the crime scene together.

After running away, Freya dared to ask Chris, "How did you know that I was there?"

"I should ask why you were with Aaron." Chris dangerously looked at Freya. He swept her from top to bottom and bit his teeth. He said, "Go to the lounge!"

"What about you?" Freya took Chris's hand. "Where are you going?"

"I'll go back to the audience area." Chris struggled out of Freya's hold and looked around. There was no one, so he was relieved.

Freya was very dissatisfied, but in the end, she compromised. She took a step back and asked, "When finishing, supper with me tonight?"

Chris did not hide his dislike for Freya. "You are too heavy."

Then he went straight to the front desk.

Freya was furious. "I am 173 centimeters high! What's wrong with my weight? Only psychos like thin and bony girls!"

He indignantly went into the lounge.

The contestants who had finished their shows were watching the broadcast on the stage. When she came in, someone asked, "Freya, you finished a long time ago, where were you?"

Freya casually said, "I went to the toilet."

She sat down on the couch and suddenly remembered the action of Chris looking around. Why did he seem to be afraid of someone discovering them together?

Damn, her face wouldnt make him lose face, would she!