Freya refused to be dropped off by the driver and instead hailed a cab.

She was determined to find Ella to discuss the upcoming news conference three days later, after delivering breakfast to Bradley at Austin Corporation.

She had already confronted Sophie Lawson the night before, and she knew that woman would try to retaliate by any means necessary.

But Freya was resolved to bring Sophie down from grace, turning her into a despised parasite and giving her a present in three days' time - sending her to prison for life.

Remembering the agony her mother endured, Freya couldn't bring herself to simply end Sophie's life. The worst punishment she could inflict was a slow and humiliating downfall.

Tears welled up in Freya's eyes as she mentally replayed her mother's accident.

The birthday cake mixed with blood, her mother's skull shattered—Freya felt powerless to stop her mother from slipping away as she sat in the passenger seat.

Lost in her painful memories, Freya failed to notice anything amiss about the driver until a chilling gust of wind snapped her back to reality. She realized they were heading in the wrong direction.

"Excuse me, this road isn't leading to Austin Corporation Building, is it?" Freya asked, her unease growing.

The driver sneered through the rear-view mirror. "Yes, this is the Road to Hell, and I'm here to take you there."

Freya's heart raced with fear. "Who are you? What do you want?" She reached out and grabbed the steering wheel.

With a menacing expression, the driver yelled, "Let go, or we'll both die!" Freya realized that if the car lost control and tumbled off the cliff, it would surely mean the end of their lives, despite the guardrails along the mountain road.

Realizing she had been lured into a deadly trap, Freya knew she had to escape. "I might as well take someone with me to keep me company on the trip to Hell!" she held on the steering wheel.

Perhaps in a panic, the driver slammed on the accelerator, and the car finally forced, swaying from side to side, to stop.

Freya's phone rang at this exact moment.

She pulled it from her purse and answered the phone.

"Hello, Brad…" Freya began, but before she could say anything further, the driver leaned over and grabbed the phone, hurling it out the car window.

"I know, you were sent by Sophie Lawson, you want to silence me!" Bradley heard Freya's voice through the receiver.

The man's smile tightened.

Bradley's heart raced with unease. "Freya, what's wrong?" he said, his agitation evident in the veins bulging in his hand as he gripped the phone.

He was responded with the sound of the howling wind.

"Freya, are you there?" He rose from the imposing president's chair, his hand resting firmly on the polished surface of the table. The hand clutching the phone revealed prominent veins, a testament to his growing agitation.

The deafening sound of a collision filled the air, followed by the thunderous roar of the car engine. With a surge of adrenaline, Bradley shed his suit jacket and left the CEO's office behind, filled with dread at the sight of the car hurtling out of control towards the cliffside.

Meanwhile, Freya felt each impact as the car careened down the rugged terrain, each blow leaving her gasping for air and struggling to stay conscious.

With each passing moment, the situation grew more dire, and Freya braced herself for what seemed like an inevitable fate.

Agonizing pain surged through her body, as if her very insides were being torn apart. Jagged rocks and sharp branches tore into her flesh, mingling with the metallic scent of blood that permeated the air.

Is this the end of her?

Freya covered her face, endless darkness enveloped her, and her consciousness began to fog.

…

As Bradley raced through the bustling streets, his mind churned with a tempest of fear and uncertainty. Each passing second without word from Freya only fuelled his anxiety, driving him to desperate measures in his quest for answers.

The call to Rosa, his trusted confidante and guardian of his home, brought no solace. Instead, it unleashed a torrent of dread as the reality of Freya's solo journey to the company sank in.

"Yes, she asked me to pack another set of breakfast for her in the morning," he stood there, listening to Rosa's comments. "She said that she wanted to deliver it to you personally. She left home about thirty minutes ago."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he asked, "How did my wife leave? Was the car sent from home?"

"No, she said she didn't want to bother the driver, so she took a taxi."

Without hesitation, Bradley called and issued swift commands to his most loyal operatives, Shadow, urging him to bolster surveillance around the Royal Garden Mansion, a fortress he had always believed impregnable.

A foreboding sensation gripped Bradley as he contemplated the events unfolding. Freya's scream echoed in his mind, laden with palpable fear, accompanied by the frantic roar of the car engine. It was an ominous symphony, signalling trouble ahead.

With each passing moment, the situation seemed to spiral further into chaos, igniting a sense of panic within Bradley's chest. The mere thought of Freya encountering danger sent shivers down his spine, leaving him at a loss for what to do next.

As the minutes stretched into agonizing hours, Shadow's delivery of surveillance footage felt like a lifeline in the darkness. With trembling hands, Bradley grasped at the fleeting hope of glimpsing Freya's presence, praying for a sign, however small, of her safety.

But fate proved cruel, as the footage revealed Freya's departure from the sanctuary of their home and her ominous journey towards Zephyr Peak. The disappearance of her GPS signal halfway up the treacherous terrain sent shockwaves through Bradley's already frayed nerves, signalling a descent into the abyss of uncertainty.

Bradley's gaze fixated on the license plate number, prompting him to immediately call Shadow again.

"Investigate the route of the car with license plate A.00021," he instructed.

Shadow attended to the task. Ten minutes later, he responded with a message.

"Sir, after leaving the vicinity of the Royal Garden Mansion, the car continued towards Zephyr Peak. However, it's peculiar— the vehicle eventually stopped halfway up the mountainside, and its GPS signal disappeared."

With resolve hardened by love and fear, Bradley dispatched a team of his most seasoned operatives to scour the unforgiving slopes of Zephyr Peak, determined to uncover the truth and rescue his beloved Freya from the clutches of fate.

…

Meanwhile, in the secluded confines of her opulent mansion, Sophie Lawson awaited news of her sinister machinations with bated breath. The call she had long anticipated bore tidings of destruction, painting a vivid tableau of chaos and demise.

Beep beep…

The phone rang at this moment. Sophie Lawson picked it up immediately.

"Madam Sophie, there's been a bit of an accident. The driver hasn't reached the mountain yet. The car suddenly crashed through the railing. The driver and Freya have fallen off the cliff."

"What did you say?" Sophie Lawson's hand trembled as she asked, "Fell off the cliff? Is there any chance of survival?"

"The cliff is so high and steep, anyone falling off would undoubtedly die, especially with the car tumbling down as well. There's absolutely no chance of survival."

Upon hearing this, Sophie Lawson's face twisted into a sinister smile. "Good, this was handled beautifully. Split the remaining payment among yourselves. But I warn you, take the money and leave the capital immediately. Don't let anyone find you!"

"Don't worry, we'll take the money and disappear. Madam, you've been very generous. Once we have the money, we'll leave without a trace."