Bradley exuded a powerful aura, causing Lola to feel extremely anxious.

Fortunately, he didn't continue to trouble her and instead turned to Frederick, instructing, "Arrange some people to accompany me to the back mountain."

After Bradley left, Lola collapsed into Ethan's arms, her voice trembling.

"Ethan, do you think that little wench will be okay?"

The wolf howls just now were fierce, and since wolves usually hunt in packs, and Freya hadn't come out yet, she might be in serious trouble.

"It would be best if she died. Once she's dead, no one will oppose us, and everything in the Lawson family will belong to you and your mother," Ethan said, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Freya had played him so ruthlessly; he wished she would die without a trace.

"But, if Bradley finds out it was us, he definitely won't let us off," Lola said fearfully, especially after seeing the murderous intent in Bradley's eyes.

"Don't worry. Bradley has gone past. Maybe he and Freya will meet and become a ghost couple together in hell."

At the entrance of the back mountain.

Bradley saw the road was already blocked, further confirming that Freya had gone up the mountain.

his woman, wasn't she usually quite clever? How did she fall into this trap?

The back mountain was full of wild beasts, and she had been in there for over an hour. Could she have encountered danger?

Countless speculations raced through his mind, and Bradley felt a splitting headache. He couldn't bear to imagine what might happen to Freya.

Frederick instructed the bodyguards to go in and search for people. Turning back, he saw the anguish on Bradley's face and worriedly suggested, "The bodyguards have gone up the mountain. I believe they will soon find Madam. Let me escort you back to rest!"

Bradley stopped his movement, his voice hoarse as he said, "No, I want to go find her and bring her down the mountain myself!"

He had run out of patience. With the continuous howling of wolves on the mountain, he dared not imagine what might happen to Freya...

"Mr. Bradley, absolutely not! This mountain is full of fierce beasts. You'll encounter danger if you go up..."

Before Frederick could finish, Bradley moved directly to the entrance, took the gun from his personal bodyguard, and stood up swiftly.

"Block this place off. No one is allowed to approach."

"Yes!"

Frederick knew that further words would be futile. He could see that Mr. Bradley cared deeply for Madam. He instructed the bodyguards to guard the surroundings and silently had Shadow follow in.

Shadow was Mr. Bradley's most formidable bodyguard. With him around, Mr. Bradley's danger would be reduced by a level.

Frederick watched as Bradley's figure gradually disappeared and could only wait outside the entrance.

If he went in with Bradley, he would become a burden. It was better to stay there and pray, begging the heavens to protect Mr. Bradley and Madam from harm.

Bradley dashed up the mountain with swift speed. The wolf howls seemed to have subsided just now.

However, this did not necessarily mean anything. Wolf packs would retreat once they caught their prey. Before Freya was found, all risks remained.

The surrounding air was filled with a cold atmosphere, and thick fog was gradually gathering. Bradley's narrow, cold black eyes scanned the surroundings. Except for the vast whiteness ahead, he couldn't see anything.

His Adam's apple bobbed, an uneasy feeling spreading through his whole being. He had never been afraid before, not even during the fire. He had never felt so helpless and panicked.

All his surging emotions right now stemmed from a girl named Freya.

The three women he had sent in before: the first was an assassin, skilled beyond measure, but he had disposed of her privately on the first day.

The second and third were rich young ladies who confessed everything with just a bit of intimidation; he had them thrown into the beast cage to feed the wild animals.

He had seen all kinds of women in Shangri-La, but no one could touch his heart.

Yet, with ease, Freya had ensnared him, to the point where he couldn't extricate himself.

She was foolish yet adorable, capable of stirring his most primal protective instincts.

Bradley now realized that Freya was the only woman he desired to be close to; losing her was not an option.

"Freya, are you close by?"

His worried voice reverberated through the expansive forest.

The only response was the fluttering of birds fleeing the trees and the gentle rustling of the breeze through the branches.

Persisting ahead, Bradley observed faint footprints on the ground, evidence of the wolf pack's presence.

The wolves had indeed been there.

Acting on instinct, Bradley pushed through the dense fog, tracking the wolf prints.

"Freya, if you can hear me, stay where you are and respond. I'll find you soon..."

As echoes hung in the air, Freya, seated on a large rock, was startled by the sudden familiarity of the male voice.

Bradley?

Considering it might be her imagination, Freya leaped onto the large tree behind her, peering down the hillside where she glimpsed a vague figure below.

But…

Bradley shouldn't have been mobile due to his legs, so why was he standing and even running?

Freya was bewildered for a moment.

While she had harbored suspicions about his authenticity, witnessing him stand up still managed to startle her.

This man had undeniably been feigning all along, and the anguish of being deceived by him was profound!

Initially, Freya had intended to respond to him, but upon realizing the extent of his deceit, she was consumed by an inexplicable anger.

That evening, she had repeatedly implored him to be forthcoming, yet the scoundrel had adeptly evaded the topic.

Despite confiding everything in him, he had chosen to withhold information from her. Could it be because he didn't trust her?

Freya blew her whistle, signaling for Snowy to depart swiftly. Knowing Bradley would soon arrive. She had just caught sight of him wielding a gun.

Snowy was her companion, and she was adamant about preventing it from any harm!

"Freya, stop hiding, come out quickly," Bradley's voice carried urgency and hoarseness, accompanied by a hint of breathlessness.

Freya was reluctant to acknowledge him; she perched on the tree, idly swinging her legs.

Having been deceived by him, she resolved to let him search to his heart's content!

In that instant, a gunshot reverberated. Freya furrowed her brow, rose to her feet, and peered downward.

She witnessed a lone young wolf confronting Bradley.

Just as Bradley prepared to discharge a second shot, Freya anxiously called out, "Mr. Bradley, I'm here!"

"Freya…"

Bradley observed the girl descending the hill, and all the pent-up anxiety and fear in his chest dissipated instantly. He sprinted towards her, disregarding all else.

The next second, Freya felt herself lifted off the ground as he hoisted her into the air.

"Freya, are you alright?"

Bradley nearly exerted all his strength to cradle her, extending a hand to tidy her wind-blown hair before leaning in to kiss her.

The elation of rediscovering her inundated his chest, causing him to somewhat lose control as he kissed her fervently.

Trapped in his embrace, Freya struggled helplessly, unable to resist his impassioned kiss.