"She must have lost her way and can't find her way home." Bradley pushed Xavier out of his way while heading towards the door.

Patrick and Madeline rushed in.

"Bradley, do not forget!" Madeline gasped, "You promised Freya that you would hold a press conference today to help her seek justice for her mother. If you leave now, who will help her seek revenge?"

Bradley paused his steps, his obsidian-like eyes bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that blood formed a stream, dripping onto the floor, creating blossoms of red flowers.

Yes, he promised her revenge, to help her seek justice. He has also yet to visit her mother's grave.

Today was her birthday, and he was planning to give her a surprise...

His dearest Freya was missing, and the Lawsons were still alive. How could he let them off?

Freya, I promise you, I'll do what I promised.

I'll make sure the world sees Sophie Lawson's true colours.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at the others before pulling out his phone and dialled a number.

"Spread the words. The press conference this afternoon will take place as planned. Get me a bouquet of flowers too, then head over to the jewellery building to pick up my gift. At the Royal Garden Mansion, I'll wait for Freya to return to celebrate her very first birthday in this house."

...

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

The press conference organised by the Austin Corporation was held at the Capital Exhibition Centre.

Bradley intention was to declare his rejoinder to Austin Corporation and allow Freya to clear her name about her mother.

But because of Freya's unexplained departure, there were rumours circulating about Bradley's divorce, and before the press conference even began, reporters had swarmed outside.

Furthermore, Arthur, the brother of Bradley, had been subtly stoking the fires behind the scenes by unearthing a variety of scandals concerning Bradley. It was discovered that his prior deformity and blindness were the result of a plot, a last-ditch effort to recover ownership of Austin Corporation.

Rumours that Bradley was not descended from the Austin family had also quickly gained traction, with people criticising him for his lack of gratitude to the Austin family for raising them and accusing him of attempting to inherit their fortune.

Bradley's reputation was shattered in an instant, and reporters flocked to the door, all hoping to make the headlines and become the biggest news of the day.

The public relations department had set up a special path so that Bradley could get to the stage without the reporters bothering him, as he was still recuperating from his injuries and had a fever.

But it makes no difference. As soon as the black Rolls-Royce pulled up, the reporters surrounded it.

"Mr. Austin, it is said that your wife Freya has fallen to her death. Is this true? Did you kill your wife?"

"Mr. Austin, it is said that you feigned blindness and disfigurement. What was your purpose? Is it true that you did it to reclaim control of the Austin Corp. and seize the Austin family's inheritance?"

"Mr. Austin, it is said that you are not of Austin family bloodline. Who are your biological parents? What is your purpose for infiltrating the Austin family?"

"Mr. Austin…"

A barrage of questions bombarded him like a machine gun. Bradley sat in the car, listening to the questions clearly. He remained silent throughout, his handsome face dark and frightening, exuding a chilling aura that filled the car.

"Mr. Austin, your wife is said to be dead. How do you plan to handle the body? Will she be buried in the Austin family's private cemetery, or…"

Before the reporter could finish, the car door suddenly opened, and Bradley rushed out like a ferocious beast, grabbing the reporter's collar and delivering a heavy punch.

"Who told you my wife is dead? I'll tell you, she's alive and well! "

His strength was not small. The reporter's teeth broke, and he spat blood as he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

Nobody dared to provoke this monster after the commotion. He gave out a hostile vibe that made it seem as though talking about death was forbidden to him. Nobody wanted to be the next victim of physical violence.

The videographer cleared a path, and Bradley, in a wheelchair, was pushed into the venue by the bodyguards.

His lonely figure, after the recent outburst, his wounds reopened, and because he was wearing a black shirt, no one noticed. However, through the screen, Freya could see everything clearly.

Her eyes moistened, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It seems that your disappearance has had a huge impact on Bradley. Freya, this man is truly worth having." Ella crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Freya sniffed, "Is it time to go to the press conference? I need to be there."

"Are you sure? You don't look like you're in good shape right now." Ella was worried, after Freya fainted out of a sudden this morning.

Though she had woken up, her body was too weak, and Ella is concerned that she wouldn't be able to handle the scene outside.

"I'm fine. No matter what, I have to attend the conference today and seek justice for my mom." Freya bit her lip, trying to muster up her spirits.

Ella furrowed her brows. She knew how important today was for Freya, after waiting for seven years.

"Alright, I'll go get a wheelchair for you." She said.

Freya nodded.

Her wounds were superficial. Compared to Bradley's injuries, they're nothing. How can she just lie here while he fights alone?

Ella quickly brought over a wheelchair and helped Freya into it.

Just as they were about to leave, Freya suddenly touched her face. "Do I look ugly?"

"Not at all. You're naturally beautiful, no matter what."

Flattered by the compliment, Freya made a request. "Help me put on some makeup. I want to look beautiful in front of Bradley."

Instead of reassuring her that appearance wouldn't matter as long as he liked her, Ella refrained herself and just helped her with some make up.

She even covered her dark circles with foundation and lipstick to enhance her looks.

Even without makeup, Freya still had an alluring appearance.

Her hair fell naturally over her shoulders, highlighting her soft facial features. Her large, brilliant eyes appeared to be glowing with light.

"Bradley will be mesmerized!" Ella joked as she packed away the foundation.