Freya acutely noticed that he was looking at her. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she tossed her hair and said, "Sorry, I'm running late and need to leave."

"Let me drive you part of the way," he offered.

"No need. We're probably not going in the same direction." Freya politely declined.

Lance remained unfazed and, in a very chivalrous move, opened the car door. His tone was cold as he said, "I'm also heading to the Cloudstone Corporation celebration, so it should be on my way."

Freya hesitated just as she was about to start walking. She found herself increasingly unable to read this man.

He claimed to be passing by, yet he also happened to be going to Cloudstone Corporation's celebration.

Was it really a coincidence then?

If not, it would only mean one thing. He deliberately drove by the apartment.

Still, for what purpose?

Lance held the door open the entire time with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Unlike Bradley's imperious sternness, Lance was always synonymous with elegance.

While his face was not as handsome as Bradley's, in this one move, he exuded a sort of elegance reminiscent of a nobleman from the Middle Ages, calm and extraordinary.

His aura felt naturally clean and refreshing, but Freya knew this was just the surface of his personality.

Lance was very dangerous and even more unfathomable than Bradley.

"Pardon me then" Freya understood that it was not appropriate to refuse him again at that moment. Still, she planned to dump him once they had arrived at the celebration.

The car was filled with the pleasant scent of agarwood. Freya sat beside Lance, but she made sure to look out of the window the entire time.

The drive was smooth, and melodious music played on the stereo. However, Freya could still feel a scorching gaze on her.

It was a little awkward at first.

Neither of them spokes.

Fortunately, the Cloudstone Corporation celebration was being held at the World Trade Hotel, and it was about 20 minutes away.

The celebration had already begun with guests starting to arrive one by one.

Freya politely said to Lance, "Thank you for giving me a ride, but I won't go in with you."

After saying that, she moved to open the door and get out of the car.

At that moment, a familiar black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up beside them.

Freya instinctively lowered her head.

Lance's low voice reached her ears. "Don't worry. He can't see you. The car window is completely tinted."

Freya awkwardly smiled.

"Can I sit in your car for a while and leave later?"

If she got out of the car now, she would definitely run into Bradley. With his personality, he definitely would not let her leave without a fight.

Lance remained silent but nodded slightly, his eyes darkening.

He remembered that the two of them were married, yet Freya seemed to be avoiding Bradley. It was obvious they had a falling out.

This could also explain why she was wandering aimlessly in the rain through the streets on the night before as well as why she was not attending the celebration with Bradley.

Freya had no more attention to spare for Lance at the moment. Even though the car windows were fully tinted, she was still worried about being discovered. Thus, she kept her head low.

The door across from her opened, and Bradley's tall figure stepped out of the car, dressed in his usual sharp black suit that was perfectly pressed. He exuded an imposing aura, just like a god.

His presence was so overpowering that Freya could not help but sneak a glance at him.

His handsome face was tense with hands tucked into his pants as he radiated an unwelcoming aura.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze toward her, and she quickly lowered her head in fear.

Sitting beside her, Lance could see all her emotions and firmly believed that the two of them had had a fight.

Freya was very nervous, afraid that Bradley would recognize Lance's car and come over to greet them, exposing her secret.

If she was seen with other men, he would definitely get jealous.

Just as she thought that, she heard a soft voice. "Brady."

Freya raised her head again and saw Juliet walking toward Bradley.

She could not help but clench her fists.

She had not expected Bradley to actually bring Juliet along. In the end, her presence was not that important after all. Even if she did not accompany him to the celebration, he would still find someone else.

Freya immediately felt wronged. Her eyes turned red.

Juliet wore a white dress, pure and clean like a princess. She looked stupidly perfect next to him.

Moreover, her eyes shone in adoration, and everyone could tell that their relationship was not the average friendship.

As Bradley had his back to her, Freya could not see his expression. Still, he should be smiling.

For a moment, Freya felt a sharp pain in her chest, and she bit her lip.

Just then, a slender hand reached out with a handkerchief. Freya slowly raised her head to look at the man in front of her, somewhat puzzled.

"If you want to cry, just let it out. Holding it in must not be comfortable."

Freya suddenly realized that she had been subconsciously crying. She quickly wiped her tears away with her hand and forced a smile.

"I'm fine. Sorry for that embarrassing scene."

Fortunately, Bradley and Juliet did not linger at the entrance for too long. The two of them entered the venue one after the other. Then, Freya opened the door and got out of the car.

Lance walked up to her in a dignified posture. "Let's go in together."

"No need. I have an appointment."

With that said, she walked past him and headed straight into the venue.

Lance watched her retreating figure with a faint smile playing on his thin lips.

He had thought her relationship with Bradley was loving and stable, but seeing her today, it turned out their relationship was nothing unusual.

"Mr. Fenton, everyone is waiting for you. Please go in." Ivan walked over to give Lance a reminder.

As the CEO of the Fenton Group, Lance rarely appeared in events hosted by Cloudstone Corporation. Hence, few people outside his men knew that he was the boss of Cloudstone Corporation.

Tonight, at the third anniversary celebration of Cloudstone Corporation, he planned to announce his identity to the public.

At the same time, he would introduce his partner, Poppy, to everyone.

"What about Poppy? Has she arrived?"

"She hasn't arrived yet," Ivan respectfully replied.

"Wait outside. Notify me as soon as Poppy arrives." Lance straightened his suit and walked inside with large strides.

Bradley had promised that as soon as Poppy completed her mission, he would personally deliver the contract with Austin Corporation.

Lance worried that Poppy might not have completed her task, so he sent her a text message.

Freya was weaving through the crowd before finding a quiet and secluded corner to hide herself in.

Just then, her phone beeped.

Ding!

Ding!

Two text messages arrived simultaneously.

Michael: Poppy, have you arrived?

Bradley: Poppy, how is the progress on the video?

The first message was from Michael while the second was from Bradley.

Freya replied to Michael's message first.

Poppy: Almost there. I'll contact you later.

After that was done, she did not immediately reply to Bradley. Instead, she called Ella for an update.

"There is a small issue at the last minute. It seems like the video has been infected with a virus. The computer crashed, and I am currently trying to fix it."

"How long will it take?"

"Give me another hour." The sound of Ella typing on the keyboard could be heard over the phone.

"Alright. I'll wait for your good news."