The news that the hot new face used some improper means provoked much discussion. Some people who did not pay any attention to the "Top Model" program now begun to participate in this topic. The data showed that the views of the video of Top Model were soaring.

Some people doubted that this was a unique hype planned by the program group and Freya.

The news took up most pages of social platforms and gossip websites, and there were two kinds of voices. Some people expressed their support for Freya while others said that Freya strangely winning the champion for six weeks finally could be explained-she exchanged for them with sex.

In this circle, unspoken rules and secret transactions were nothing new, and both the people inside and outside circle had a tacit understanding of it.

But once such things were exposed, the people involved could only be blamed by the audience.

Freya had more than 70,000 comments of her latest tweet on X. There were voices of disdain and also support while some people hoped that Freya could stand out and positively respond to this event.

Freya's fan club topped a tweet on X, hoping that the fans could remain calm and expressed that Freya always behaved responsibly, so the fans mustn't make unnecessary arguments with others and should wait for Freya to stand out and clarify everything.

But beyond everyone's expectation, the first one who stood out was the Lambert Group Media Co. behind Freya.

The official X account of Lambert Group Media Co. posted a message to reprimand the so-called "inside reporter" that spread false rumors and said that they reserved the right to pursue legal responsibilities and hoped that the "reporter" would issue an apology as soon as possible, otherwise Lambert Group would send a lawyer's letter to call to account on behalf of Freya.

As soon as the statement came out, the gossip websites were full of the voices of excitement. A large number of netizens rushed to the post and urged the "inside reporter" to respond to the statement.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the "reporter" appeared in numerous calls with the following sentences-

"Her brokerage company came out to help her? Why such a large media company like Lambert Group would make so much efforts to help an insignificant model? Because Freya and Mrs. President of Lambert Group are friends! (It was said that Mrs. Lambert kept low-key and had few friends. Freya could ride on Mrs. Lambert's coattails, isn't that enough to explain this woman's means and scheming thoughts?)"

Someone questioned that "the reporter" did not respond to Lambert Group Media Co. 's statement directly, which showed that she was not confident of her words.

Half an hour later, "the reporter" issued another reply-

"I don't mind repeating it again, see you in the finals."

The topic # See at finals # flooded everyone's screen, and all the people were looking forward to this big show, believing that Freya now must be in a dilemma.

In fact, Freya, who know nothing about that, had a good time.

The flight landed at Yenford airport. It was already midnight when she deplaned and got her luggage.

After all, the airport was a public place with a lot of people. Freya deliberately kept some distance from Chris and said, "Let's go and eat something. I heard that the food here was very delicious!"

Chris took a look at Freya, grabbed her hand, handed the baggage to the driver, and took her to the exit decisively.

"Stop!" Freya lowered her cap. "Chris, are you trying to make me in trouble?"

"How could I be willing to do that?" Chris smiled, showing no intention to let her go.

Freya knew it was useless to struggle, so she could only compromise to cover her face and rushed to the car the moment she was out of the airport, for fear of that someone would suddenly call her name.

Chris slowly got on the car and told the driver, "Go to the restaurant first."

"OK." The driver started the car. The silver car went straight to the restaurant.

After they had a meal in a small restaurant where local cuisine was very authentic, the car took them to Chris's destination-a very famous ancient town in Yenford.

Jack had already arranged accommodation for Chris. He booked a local characteristic residence, an antique wooden building with a small yard and green grass for him.

Although the house was not big, it had a unique sense of isolation and was a perfect place for people who wanted to escape from city life for a short time.

Freya looked around the house, and then she satisfyingly nodded. "Living here, I will forgive you even if there is no WiFi or iPad."

"Put away your luggage, and let's go out for a walk," Chris said.

Freya finally listened to him once and opened two suitcases to place their stuff.

It was almost all her things, her coats, hats, shoe accessories, bottles, and cans, and Chris only brought a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities with him.

She walked back and forth with her things humming to herself. Chris sat on the sofa beside and made a shakedown test to his camera. The sunlight came into the room over the window lattice, evaporating the wooden smell of furniture...

It seemed that they had a peaceful life there.

Having packed up the things, Freya found that Chris was still playing with the camera. She tried to sneak to "attack" him, but she was caught before she could do anything-

"Ahhhhh!"

She only had time to scream and then found her sitting on Chris's lap.

It was true that aged ginger was more pungent...

Freya calmly met Chris's gaze, and she circled his neck with her arms very "naturally" and showed a fascinating and charming smile.

Chris's eyes gradually turned deep as if they had been covered with a haze, and they were then focused on Freya's lips.

He slowly lowered his head-

Freya decisively dodged Chris's kiss with a complacent smile. "I have packed up all the things, we can go out now."

Chris wasn't angry, but his eyes gave a feeling that they had deep meanings behind them. "We have to stay here for four days, today included."

The implication was that he had plenty of time to do what he wanted with Freya.

Freya suddenly felt a chill and wisely jumped down from Chris's leg with a dry smile and pulled him out of the door.

Although the ancient town had long become a popular tourist attraction, it didn't lose its simple folk customs. The townspeople worked with the rising sun and rested with the sunset. The streets and lanes were full of thick vitality.

Tourism didn't seem to have changed the town, and there was no stink of money.

Since it was not the peak tourist season, there weren't many tourists in the town, and Freya was bold, walking through the streets while holding Chris's hand, and she suddenly felt that life was really wonderful.

She had chased after Chris for a dozen years, and although most of the time, she was stubborn and confident, she also had thought it possible that Chris would marry someone else and had their children, and her persistence and infatuation for him would turn into a joke.

Unexpectedly, someday, she could walk on the street with Chris hand in hand.

Freya wore high heels that day and felt tired after strolling for a while, so she pulled Chris into a teahouse next to a river.

The teahouse was owned by the people of the old town. The tea leaves which were planted by the owner, soaked in the spring water and had a special sweet taste although it couldn't compare with the tea sold at 500 dollars per kilogram on the market.

Usually, Freya wasn't interested in the tea, but now, sip by sip, she seemed to taste the sweetness of the tea others had mentioned to her.

"Chris." She put down the clay teacup and said, "I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"Did you..." It was rare for Freya to hesitate before she asked about something. "Hate me before? Or more precisely, did you detest me before?"

This question had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

A light of surprise flashed within Chris's eyes, and he put down the cup, and after a moment in thought, he said, "I didn't hate you, I just didn't like the people of your kind."

After his mother unexpectedly died and his so-called home was turned upside down overnight, Chris realized how important power was at a very young age.

Without power, one could not protect his beloved ones.

It took Chris a lot of work to protect the people he loved, therefore, he resented loafers who knew nothing but to spend money.

Those people spent money on beer and skittles, spent money on a mate, and wasting their money every minute.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, Freya used to be this kind of person, who spent all her time on endless parties, travelling overseas, shopping, car racing... It seemed that she had nothing proper to do.

The difference between Freya and those people was that she had a bottom line. She did not rely on her superior family background to bully others. Because of this reason, he was not malicious enough to refuse Freya to contact him at that time.

Freya made a sound of disdain. "You hated the people of my kind, I also hated the women you liked! They were sensible, considerate, generous in front of you, but ruthless when dealing with their rivals in love behind you." "Almost all of them have come to me and directly warned me to give up my dream about you, or they would be rude to me."

Chris looked at Freya indifferently. "You had been ruthless to them as well."

Freya sipped the tea and snorted while saying, "Why should I be kind to them? They provoked me first!"

She had never let off anyone who dared to provoke her since she was a child. How ruthless the women who declared their "sovereignty" over Chris to her, how ruthless she would be to break up the relationship between these women and Chris.

""

"I won't mention what has past with you again." Freya held the table with both hands and smiled. "What I've done in the past is too boring."

What she wanted was Chris's future.

Chris's eyes flashed and he put down the teacup and asked, "Rest enough?"

"Yes!"

Freya called the boss to pay for the tea and got out of the teahouse with Chris.

As the sun began to set, tourists began searching for restaurants in the streets and alleys, and the townspeople returned home. Smokes could be seen rising from the roofs of some homes.

Freya casually wandered around but hadn't found any restaurant that could evoke her appetite. However, she found the town's vegetable market.

She pulled Chris sleeves. "There seems to be a kitchen where we live. Why not buy some food back to make dinner ourselves?"

Chris raised his brow. "Do you really want to do that?"

"Yes." Freya nodded in certainty.

Chris rolled up his sleeves, held Freya's hand and walked into the noisy vegetable market.

The newly picked vegetables were stained with water drops and mud. The fishes jumped in the plastic basin and splattered waterdrops around. There was an unpleasant smell in the air and filled people's noses. Freya was regretted to come and deeply frowned, but Chris looked calm.

He wore good-quality casual wear, and the calm gentleman's temperament in him was inharmonious with the place. The people like him should not have appeared there.

But he carefully selected the vegetables in front of the food stalls, was another kind of handsomeness, which made Freya deeply fascinated...