His steps were vigorous and powerful. The gorgeous lights in the living room poured over him, casting a cold and dignified complexion on his face, with deep black eyes as lonely as if dredged up from the depths of the sea.

Freya felt somewhat guilty and immediately averted her gaze.

He seemed very angry, probably because he saw the photos on trend.

"Miss Lawson, since you're already married, you should be at home taking care of your husband and children, instead of coming to events to seduce other people's husbands."

Sharon Trent had already forgotten the bitter lesson she had just learned. At this moment, she stood proudly, arms crossed, watching the show.

In the ensuing moment, her sudden scream pierced the air.

Several bodyguards had immediately rushed in, encircling her with an aggressive stance.

"What's going on? What are you planning?"

Sharon exclaimed in panic, but her words fell on deaf ears as the bodyguards lifted her without a word.

Not far away, Lance, the event's host, caught sight of the disturbance and quickly made his way through the crowd.

Seeing him, Sharon saw a lifeline and cried out for help, "Lance, please save me! They're trying to harm me!"

Lance glanced at her with disdain barely concealed.

Only then did Sharon realize her nose was bleeding and hastily covered it.

Continuing to plead, she said, "Lance, you can't just stand there. I'm your fiancée, and this woman attacked me!"

"Good for her!" Lance retorted coldly.

Confused, Sharon stared at him blankly, "What?"

Ignoring her, Lance turned to Freya, his tone now concerned.

"Are you okay?"

Freya shook her head. "Don't worry, your fiancée is the one in trouble."

Lance looked at her, with a cold and arrogant attitude and a casual tone, as arrogant as a little wild cat. Anyone who dared to provoke her would be immediately slapped in the face.

"She's not my fiancée," he clarified.

"But, Lance, we were engaged since childhood. You can't just deny it," Sharon panicked, tears in her eyes, but due to her collapsed nose, there was no sense of beauty at all at the moment.

Lance's expression darkened. "That engagement was just a childhood joke. I've already clarified it, and your parents have stopped mentioning it. Miss Trent, I hope you will stop spreading rumors and causing trouble. Otherwise, don't blame me for ending all cooperation with the Trent family!"

Sharon paled in fear.

How could this be happening?

Lance was scolding her to protect Bradley's woman.

She remembered how rarely Fenton Group dealt with the Austin Group. Lance kept to himself and rarely interacted with women. There had never been any scandals, nor had he shown any special treatment to that woman.

But now he was defending Freya.

No, it must be that woman scheming to seduce Lance.

Ignoring Sharon, Lance turned to Freya. "Do you want me to clarify this matter?"

Before Freya could respond, a low, cold voice intervened.

"No need."

Bradley stepped forward, effortlessly pulling Freya into his embrace.

As Freya's head bumped against his chest, she winced in pain.

The pain made her dizzy.

Are this man’s muscles made of stone?

Lance frowned at Bradley's arrival.

Their eyes locked in a sharp and intense gaze, with turbulent undercurrents swirling between them.

Though similar in stature and appearance, Bradley exuded a greater presence.

His dominant aura made everyone under his gaze seem insignificant.

There was a distant smile on his handsome face, but it carried a chilling chill that made people tremble with fear.

Despite hiding in Bradley's embrace, Freya could still feel the hostility emanating from him.

He misunderstood her relationship with Lance once again.

Sneakily, she glanced up at him.

His gloomy expression and bloodshot eyes betrayed agitation.

Secretly, Freya pinched his chest; even through his shirt, his muscle was firm.

It's rare to see him working out, so why is he in such good shape?

Despite realizing the seriousness of the situation, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed by her thoughts about Bradley's physique.

Bradley relaxed slightly at her touch, a faint smile playing at his lips as he whispered softly in her ear.

"If you want to touch, I'll let you touch as much as you want when we get home."

Freya blushed deeply.

The man is as good as dead.

With a light step, she treaded on him.

"Go home, and I'll deal with you later."

Bradley's voice rumbled deeply as he spoke, his stern gaze shifting towards Lance. "I forgot to introduce you. This is my wife, Freya Lawson."

Observing the playful exchange between the two, Lance couldn't hide his displeasure. Upon hearing Bradley's words, his fists clenched instinctively.

"Ann, this is Lance Fenton, the CEO of Cloudstone Group."

Bradley informed Freya before Lance could interject.

Still pondering how the man would confront her at home, she was taken aback by his words, momentarily stunned.

However, she soon raised her head, looking incredulously at the man before her.

Lance Fenton?

CEO of Cloudstone Group?

No wonder Michael mentioned that he was wearing a navy suit and stood out in the crowd; all she could see was Lance Fenton.

So he is… Michael Hayes?

This sudden revelation was difficult for Freya to digest.

Her partner of several years turned out to be Lance Fenton.

It seemed absurd.

Yet, Freya couldn't help but feel relieved that she hadn't encountered Michael tonight; otherwise, it would have been too embarrassing.

The crucial point was whether Bradley discovered she was associated with Cloudstone Group. Given his narrow-mindedness, she wasn't sure how he would perceive her relationship with Lance.

"So Mr. Fenton is the CEO of Cloudstone. I nearly ruined your celebration tonight. I'm truly sorry," Freya apologized politely.

Lance's mouth twitched slightly, but he maintained his usual gentle demeanor and offered a light smile. "It's alright. My oversight caused Miss Lawson to feel aggrieved."

"She is my wife, Mr. Fenton. It's inappropriate for you to address her as Miss Lawson," Bradley's eyes turned icy as he tightened his grip on Freya's waist.

Lance narrowed his eyes.

"I apologize. Miss Lawson now heads Lawson Group. I should refer to her as Mrs. Lawson."

He continued to avoid acknowledging her identity as Mrs. Austin.

In his eyes, they hadn't held a wedding banquet; it was merely a title without substance.

Even though they were married, he would obtain anything he desired by any means necessary.

Seeing Bradley's increasingly displeased expression, his eyes turning crimson, Freya worried that he might be feeling distressed, so she quickly intervened.

"Honey, it's a bit stuffy in here. Let's go outside for some fresh air." Then, she courteously addressed Lance, "Mr. Fenton, since you're the host tonight, we won't disturb you any longer!"

The term "Honey" slightly improved Bradley's sullen expression.

But Lance's solemn black eyes were coated with a layer of frost.