Outside the police station.

A silver Maybach was parked by the roadside. As the car window rolled down, Lance took off his sunglasses, his gaze inscrutable as he looked inside.

"Sir, do you think that woman needs to be taught a lesson?" the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat asked.

Lance's expression remained cold as he waved his hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a woman full of lies. Why bother with her? Go, greet the people inside and make sure those thugs stay a few more days."

For some reason, the image of the girl grabbing his hand pleadingly made him feel a hint of reluctance.

He was naturally aloof and disliked women approaching him, yet when she clutched his sleeve, he felt no aversion.

Even when she called him 'darling' and staged various acts to mislead others, he found himself surprisingly calm, allowing her to tarnish his reputation.

Lance couldn't fathom what had come over him. He had intended to leave, but when the girl was being harassed, he unexpectedly ordered his bodyguards to follow her.

If the girl couldn't help herself, perhaps he would extend his hand to her for the second time.

However, he had underestimated her cunning. She managed to manipulate the police into arresting her enemies.

The bodyguard nodded, but his gaze fell on Lance's suit cuff. "I'll have someone bring you a new suit."

He made the remark because Lance had a strong aversion to physical contact, especially from women.

"It's unnecessary," Lance replied calmly. "Also, investigate that woman's identity and report back to me as soon as possible."

Even he found it unexpected that he didn't react negatively when a woman touched him for the first time.

It was unbelievable.

"Of course, sir!"

…

After a performance of feigned helplessness by Freya, Ethan and his group were detained for thirty days!

Of course, she was unaware that Lance had played a role in it.

"Sir, thank you so much. You're all such good policemen!"

Freya praised the officers with admiration, nearly running out of compliments.

"It's our duty. Don't mention it," the officer said solemnly, then added, "Young lady, it's best to avoid going out alone at night. If anything happens, call the police immediately."

"I understand, sir. I'll be more careful in the future."

Freya flashed a smile, offered a nod of gratitude to the officers, and turned to make her way out.

The officer halted her with a call, "Hold on, you're in a wheelchair, and it's getting dark. Allow me to escort you home."

Freya politely declined his offer, "My friend will be arriving shortly. Please don't trouble yourself, sir."

Just as she finished speaking, Ella's urgent voice echoed from outside, "Freya, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. The officer here helped me out and even got the troublemakers detained!" Freya couldn't resist indulging in her sweet facade, speaking with a sugary tone.

Observing her, Ella couldn't suppress her chuckle, recognizing how irresistibly charming Freya's act was to men.

However, Ella was left astonished upon learning that someone didn't fall for it and left Freya stranded on the street.

"You have no idea how heartless that man was. I pleaded with him, but he simply brushed me off and walked away," Freya lamented.

With a mischievous grin, Ella teased, "Starting to think Bradley is the best choice now?"

After the recent turmoil, Freya had relegated the name 'Bradley' to the farthest corners of her mind. However, with Ella bringing it up again, she felt even more exasperated.

"They're all the same. Scumbags."

Nearly a day had passed, yet Bradley hadn't even sent a text to explain his absence. Freya wondered if he was truly occupied or had simply forgotten about her.

Raising an eyebrow, Ella remarked, "I think you've caught a case of lovesickness."

"What?" Freya replied nonchalantly.

"Lovesickness."

From the afternoon until now, Freya had been moping, primarily because Bradley hadn't reached out.

Lovesickness, as described medically, makes people particularly sensitive and prone to overthinking.

Observing Freya's symptoms, Ella suspected it was mid-stage lovesickness, displaying signs of progression to a later stage.

"Even you're teasing me. I'm just feeling a bit worn out lately, not afflicted with what you're suggesting," Freya retorted, then noticed something peculiar about their route.

This didn't seem like the way back to the hospital, rather it was the road leading to Barnes Group.

Just as Freya was about to question it, Ella spoke up, "I forgot something and need to swing by the office first. Then, I'll take you back to the hospital."

"Okay."

Freya replied casually, oblivious to the mischievous smile playing on Ella's lips.

…

Ella drove back to Barnes Group, and as soon as the car came to a stop, Freya noticed a black luxury car parked by the roadside.

If she wasn't mistaken, that car belonged to... Bradley!

Freya narrowed her eyes and saw the handsome man leaning against the car, sporting sunglasses with his hands tucked into his pants. Her expression immediately shifted.

How could he be here?

Ella shrugged, "Your Mr. Right is right here. Go find him."

"You're the one who brought him here," Freya stated firmly, turning to her.

Ella crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "While I was on my way to pick you up from the police station, I received a call from Bradley. He said he couldn't reach you, and when he went to the hospital, he couldn't find you either. So he took my number from Madeline and called me to inform you that he's waiting for you downstairs at the company."

Freya signaled for Ella to park the car and retrieved her phone from her handbag to turn it on. The notification sound kept ringing incessantly.

Her inbox was full with messages from Bradley, including over a dozen missed call reminders.

"Freya, where are you?"

"Why aren't you answering the phone? I'm really worried about you."

"Are you angry? Please pick up the phone, let me explain."

Freya glanced at the messages, all of which were sent during the evening.

It was too late for explanations now!

Freya powered off her phone again and turned to Ella. "Take me back to the hospital. I don't want to see him."

Ella looked helpless. "You're upset when he doesn't look for you, and now that he's come to explain, you won't give him a chance. Freya, I can't figure you out anymore."

As they spoke, Bradley appeared visibly impatient after waiting for a while, frequently checking the time.

In that moment, his peripheral vision caught sight of the car parked opposite, and he saw the familiar face in the passenger seat.

"Freya."

He reached out to wave at her.

However, Freya had no intention of acknowledging him, prompting Ella to start the car and leave.

The smile on Bradley's face froze, and he immediately got into his car, instructing the driver to follow them.

Watching the luxury car catching up from behind, Freya hesitated for a moment before turning her phone back on.

Messages started pouring in, indicating Bradley's anxiety.

"Darling, please stop the car."

"Sweetheart, listen to me, there's nothing between me and that woman.

"The reason I didn't explain earlier is because of an unexpected situation that kept me occupied until now."

Freya glanced at the messages, and shortly thereafter, the other party called. However, she chose not to answer, opting instead to decline the call.