Although Bradley was not pleased, he did not want to pressure her too much and decided to let her be.

"Don't think about running away. I have someone secretly watching you. You can't escape," he warned.

Freya glared at him with hatred.

She was not some precious treasure. Why was he watching her so closely?

He took advantage of her distraction and gave her a sneak kiss before adjusting his suit and elegantly walking toward the main hall.

After he left, Freya stood dumbfounded in place for a while.

He actually snuck a kiss.

When did he become so affectionate?

Freya pursed her lips, still feeling the warmth of the man on them. It made her face burn up like she was suffering from a fever.

As she looked back at the crowd, she found Bradley with a glass of red wine as he chatted effortlessly with others.

He was a clear favorite of the gods, effortlessly becoming the center of attention wherever he stood in the crowd.

Mature and composed, with a cold expression on his face, his hawk-like black eyes occasionally glanced in her direction, full of electrifying temptation, making her heart race uncontrollably.

Freya dared not look at him and quickly hid in a corner to message Michael.

Poppy: Cancel our meeting tonight. Let's reschedule.

After sending the message, she went to the dessert area to get some food and quietly sat down to eat.

In the main hall, Lance was chatting with clients.

Dressed in a dark blue suit, he exuded a cold and elegant charm in every movement, combined with his strikingly handsome appearance that stood out, surrounded by a group of socialites.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

As he apologized to the person he was talking to, he took out his phone and glanced at it. Then, his eyes instantly turned cold. Even his expression changed.

The client he was talking to noticed his change and politely said, "You seem busy, Mr. Fenton. I'll leave you to it."

Lance didn't even look at the other person and just nodded as he continued texting.

Michael: Reason?

Poppy: Something has come up and I can't leave. I'm sorry for making you wait so long.

Lance was about to reply to the message when suddenly, a slender figure darted to him.

"Mr. Fenton, a toast."

Annoyed by the sudden interruption, Lance coldly glared at the woman in front of him.

She had heavy makeup on and was dressed provocatively.

However, there was a faint sense of familiarity about her face.

"I'm Lola Lawson, the sister of Freya from Lawson Group. Mr. Fenton, you know my sister, right?"

Lola had snuck in using the Lawson Group as her public reason for being there.

After all, being Walter's mistress was something she could not publicly claim.

Using the Lawson Group as a cover could help her achieve her goal even more easily.

Even if the plan failed, all responsibility will be pushed onto the Lawson Group's shoulders, and Freya would still be the unlucky one.

Lance blandly looked at her. "Do you need something?"

It was no wonder he found this face familiar. She turned out to be Freya's younger sister, Lola.

Lance had heard about the Lawsons.

Freya had forcefully taken back the Lawson Corporation before officially renaming it Lawson Group.

However, he had also heard that Freya and the Lawsons had a strained relationship.

Freya probably did not know that Lola was going around claiming to have been invited due to the Lawson Group.

"I've always heard of you, Mr. Fenton, so I have wanted to get to know you. Will you honor me with a toast?" Lola flirtatiously posed as she raised her glass to touch his. However, Lance preemptively pulled away.

"Sorry, but I have something to attend to. Miss Lawson, please find someone else to share a toast with." Lance showed no mercy as he was repulsed by the woman who approached him.

Especially since Lola's overpowering perfume made him extremely uncomfortable.

As Lola watch him leave, she stomped her foot in frustration.

She knew beforehand that Lance was uninterested in women and was especially difficult to approach. She had first-hand experience now.

Not only was he difficult to approach, but he was also completely cold and lacking in any manners.

Lola turned to leave, but suddenly spotted Lance walking toward a corner.

Sitting in the corner was a woman...

Freya?

Lola seemed to have discovered a shocking secret as she quickly took out her phone to snap a photo of the two of them.

Freya had Bradley yet she still insisted on flirting around with Lance.

If Bradley found out, he would definitely be furious, right?

Lola coldly smirked as she uploaded the photo online.

In the main hall.

Bradley had originally intended to look for Lance, but unexpectedly ran into Harry who informed him that Juliet had been found and was resting in the nearby lounge after her fright.

He hurried over, and as soon as he stepped into the room, a frail figure rushed into his arms.

"Brady, I thought I would never see you again."

Despite the discomfort he felt, Bradley gently patted her on the shoulder. "What happened?"

"Sir, Miss Jordan accidentally wandered into the utility room and got locked inside, which scared her."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she had been found. Otherwise, it would have been hard for him to report back to Bradley.

Juliet held him tightly and was trembling as she incessantly murmured, "There were so many people. They all want to hurt me. I scream and scream, but they won't let me go."

Tears kept rolling down her cheeks. Soon, Bradley's suit was soaked.

"It's okay now. Don't be afraid."

Bradley knew she was recalling that unbearable trauma once more, so he gently comforted her.

"Brady, I'm sorry. I know you have things to attend to, but I'm so scared. Can you stay and accompany me for a while?"

Juliet's eyes were filled with tears that clung to her lashes. She looked as fragile as a porcelain doll which might break at the slightest touch.

Cold sweat shone on Bradley's forehead as veins faintly bulged on his neck.

"Xavier is here. I'll have him check you over," he said in a deep voice.

Then, he gently pushed her away to send Harry away to look for Xavier

Juliet secretly clenched her fist. Even in this state, he still refused to stay with her.

In the past, Bradley treated her well, but now his heart was only filled with Freya. It made her so jealous that she was almost driven to the point of insanity.

However, it did not matter. He had already been poisoned by her, and soon, he would slowly lose control of his mind.

She would turn Freya into the woman he hated the most!

...

Freya had been waiting for Michael's reply. When she could not find Bradley in the crowd, she thought of quietly slipping away.

At that moment, Lance walked toward her. "Isn't it boring to be all alone?"

"Not really. There's food and drink. It's peaceful and quite enjoyable."

Lance faintly smiled and took a glass of red wine from a passing waiter before handing it to her.

"I am planning to work with Lawson Group. I wonder if you will be willing to become my partner in this collaboration?"

Freya was startled for a moment.

It was said that Lance had high self-esteem and high standards when it came to his business partners, so why would he suddenly want to collaborate with Lawson Group?

Freya warily eyed him.

The man's dark eyes were deep and calm with no emotions showing on his face. She could not figure out what he was thinking at all.