"Mr. Austin."

She nodded.

The man rose from his leather chair and walked over to the sofa, gesturing, "Have a seat."

Freya walked over and sat across from him.

She carefully observed him. His condition seemed fine. As long as she didn't provoke him, he wouldn't easily become ill.

"I'm not sure why you asked me to come today, Mr. Austin."

"It's nothing major. I just wanted to ask Poppy about my proposal last time. What do you think?"

Just as she expected.

He was trying to poach her again.

"Sorry, I didn't consider it because I have no intention of working with you," Freya bluntly refused.

"Are my terms not enticing enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It's not about the terms, it's a personal matter," Freya replied, crossing her legs elegantly.

"Oh? Care to elaborate?"

Bradley was intrigued.

Freya looked at him intently and said, "I don't need the money, really. Besides, I've decided to retire. You don't need to waste your efforts on me."

"Is that so? Aren't you in a special relationship with Lance Fenton?"

Apart from that, Bradley couldn't think of why Poppy wouldn't be swayed by his offer.

Even if she was wealthy, who would reject too much money?

Freya narrowed her eyes.

She wanted to kick him right now.

What did he mean by saying she had a special relationship with Lance?

When it came to relationships, what she had with him was special.

She gritted her teeth and said with a fake smile, "Mr. Austin, you misunderstood. Lance and I have a clean relationship."

Bradley didn't seem to believe her smile.

Freya didn't want to explain anymore. After today, she wouldn't use the identity of Poppy publicly anymore.

When she got back, she would delete her account.

"I brought the documents you requested, Mr. Austin. Could you please sign on the last column? I need to get back to work. Also, I'm informing you that I officially leave Cloudstone today. In the future, if you need anything, just find Lance."

"You're breaking up with Lance?"

Bradley was stunned.

Freya raised an eyebrow. "More or less. Since I'm not at Cloudstone anymore and won't be at Austin Group, you won't have to look for me anymore."

"Why?"

"Doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, right?"

Freya really wanted to roll her eyes. How come she didn't know this man was so talkative before?

Bradley squinted at her. For some reason, when he heard her speak, he felt very familiar with her.

This inexplicable feeling made him feel something was off.

Her eyes were shining brightly, just like Freya's, very spirited.

The key was her scent, which was somewhat similar to Freya's.

On impulse, he asked, "May I ask which perfume you're wearing?"

Freya furrowed her brows.

She didn't have the habit of wearing perfume, did this man have a bad nose?

But mentioning perfume…

Freya couldn't help but think of the strong scent on Sharon Turner when they were together in the elevator.

Could it be that the smell had rubbed off on her?

She sniffed herself, but there was nothing.

"Sorry, I don't wear perfume."

She couldn't stand the smell of perfume. It was toxic!

"Is that so?" He squinted and couldn't help but take a few more sniffs.

The deeper he sniffed, the more familiar it became.

Freya felt something was wrong. Did he figure something out?

She felt a little nervous. "Mr. Austin, please sign the document immediately. I have urgent matters to attend to."

Bradley came back to his senses and adjusted his clothes, but he didn't intend to pick up the pen.

He asked again, "May I ask, if Poppy is your code name, then what's your real name?"

"Mr. Austin, are you investigating my identity?" Freya was displeased.

He raised an eyebrow and tapped his fingers lightly on the document.

"The contract requires real names. If there are any problems in the future, where can I find you?"

"You..."

Freya was really annoyed by his cunning.

Exposing her name would naturally reveal her identity.

He was clearly deliberately making things difficult for her!

"Marigold Nichols!"

She casually threw a name at him.

Marigold Nichols?

Bradley was stunned.

Freya suppressed a smile and pretended to be serious, "Yes, that's my real name."

"Could you write it down so I can see it?"

Did he overthink it?

Why was his first reaction... his wife?

Freya bit her pen and wrote the name on the paper.

After writing, she pretended to be embarrassed, "My name is a bit strange, and people often misunderstand, so I've always used the code name Poppy. Please excuse me, Mr. Austin."

The man looked deeply at her.

Why did he see a hint of slyness in her bright eyes?

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Freya coughed lightly. "Mr. Austin?"

"Sorry, I'll sign right away."

He came back to his senses, picked up the pen, and signed his name.

His slender fingers, distinct bones, and the sharp, domineering strokes of the characters he wrote.

He was indeed her husband.

The handwriting truly reflected the man.

It was perfect.

She suddenly wanted to shake his hand. Unable to resist, she extended her own hand. "Nice working with you."

The man stared at her delicate hand for a long time. He wore leather gloves, so he wasn't worried about touching her and causing an allergic reaction. He shook her hand.

"Nice working with you."

But when he touched her palm, that inexplicable familiarity struck again.

He found calluses all over her palm.

It seemed that Freya also had calluses.

Freya realized it and quickly withdrew her hand.

The man looked at her with deep eyes. "Miss Nichols, you are a hacker, often in contact with keyboards, why do you have so many calluses on your palms?"

Freya pursed her lips. This man was really vigilant.

She said, "Apart from typing, I also fight. Isn't it normal to have calluses?"

Hearing that, the man sitting on the sofa suddenly made a swift move towards her.

Freya was stunned and quickly fought back.

The two of them started fighting fiercely.

After several rounds, they were evenly matched.

Of course, Bradley's strength was not only that. He deliberately held back.

But Freya's skill was beyond his expectations.

"I didn't expect Miss Nichols's skills to be so good. Do you know how to handle a gun?"

"I don't know how to use one. How could I have gun calluses?"

Freya wiped away some sweat. This man was fast and fierce. Even when he was normal, he was so powerful, not to mention when he got sick, which could destroy everything.

Bradley raised an eyebrow and sat back on the sofa.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave!"

She couldn't stay any longer. This man was too suspicious. Even if she disguised herself, she couldn't guarantee she would fool him all the time.

"Okay, Miss Nichols, take care."

Bradley never underestimated capable people.

He originally wanted to persuade Poppy to come to Austin Group for work today, but she unexpectedly broke up with Lance and was not swayed by his conditions.

Since her heart was not in the business world, he wouldn't force her.

Marigold Nichols!

Your wife…

Huh, what a strange name!