As security received their orders, they encircled Freya, cutting off any chance of escape.

With each passing moment, Freya's desperation surged as she realized the gravity of her situation.

Without pause for thought, she raided the medicine cabinet, hastily stuffing a handful of herbs into her bag. Leaning against the ladder, she vaulted over and leaped down.

"I don't care if you believe me or not. This is a legitimate acquisition, not theft."

Freya declared defiantly, forcefully shoving aside the advancing security guards as she dashed for the back door.

A resounding "thud" abruptly halted her escape as she collided with a solid figure.

Stumbling backward, she clutched her throbbing forehead and saw stars.

Before she could unleash a curse, a familiar, soothing voice reached her ears.

"Freya."

Glancing up, Freya froze in shock at the sight of the newcomer.

"Bradley, what brings you here?"

"After awakening to find you missing, Ella said you went to Barnes Group. When I couldn't locate you there, I had Shadow trace your whereabouts, leading me to Fenton Pharmaceutical Group," Bradley explained calmly.

Freya listened, feeling somewhat guilty, and lowered her gaze.

"I'm sorry. I was afraid you'd be angry, so... I didn't tell you the truth."

Before she could say more, Lucas and the security guards caught up.

Freya inwardly sighed in alarm and quickly grabbed Bradley's hand, urging him to run.

"What's happening?" Bradley asked, perplexed.

"They're chasing me. I'll explain when we get back," Freya replied.

However, Bradley suddenly halted, his gaze turning cold as he looked behind them. Then, he pulled Freya to a stop beside him.

"Don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one will dare to bully you."

"It's not that, Bradley... I..."

Lucas, panting with rage, caught up with them, pointing angrily at Freya. "Stop right there, you ignorant little thief..."

"Thief?" Bradley's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the woman behind him. "Did you steal something?"

"I didn't steal. I acquired it openly," Freya retorted.

It was Lance who had asked her to come for the medicine, so she couldn't accept being called a thief.

Determined to label her a thief, Lucas persisted.

"Hmph, you clearly stole herbs. How dare you deny it." Lucas was Lance's half-brother, recently arrived at the company and unfamiliar with Bradley.

Pointing at Bradley, he continued, "Thieves nowadays are so brazen, even teaming up for their crimes. It's despicable."

Bradley frowned deeply.

He noticed the bag Freya was carrying, filled with herbs.

So, did his wife really come to Fenton Pharmaceutical Group to steal?

But even if she did, what does it matter?

His icy stare pierced Lucas. "If my wife says she didn't steal, then she didn't. Can't you understand plain words? Whoever dares to lay a finger on her, will face consequences."

He exuded an aura of menace, his very presence sending shivers down Lucas' spine.

Just a single glance, and Lucas trembled uncontrollably.

The man standing before him was utterly terrifying, his presence even more daunting than Lucas' formidable aura.

However, despite his fear, Lucas, being a vice president, maintained his composure. "Stealing and then daring to be so brazen. Call the police immediately and have them arrested."

A security guard promptly dialed the authorities.

Freya was anxious to return to the clinic for experiments, unwilling to get caught up in this situation.

If it escalated to involve the police, she would have to provide statements and undergo various procedures, all wasting her precious time.

She looked to Bradley and urged, "Darling, let's not waste time with them. Let's go."

With determination, she tightly grasped Bradley's hand, ready to flee.

This time, Bradley didn't hesitate, running alongside her.

"Go after them!"

Lucas' furious command echoed behind them.

Freya sprinted desperately, clutching the medicinal herbs to her chest as if safeguarding a precious treasure.

Bradley regarded her with puzzlement. "What could possibly prompt you to come to Fenton Pharmaceutical Group to steal?"

"I didn't steal... Someone asked me to come and collect medicinal herbs."

Freya reiterated.

"Alright, alright, it's collecting, not stealing. So, tell me honestly, what do you intend to do with these medicinal herbs?" Bradley softened his tone, noticing the anxiety in Freya's eyes.

Freya took a breath and explained, "The prescription is almost complete, but we're missing this particular ginseng grass, which isn't available at Culinary Crown Court. So, I had to ask for help from someone at Fenton Pharmaceutical Group."

"And was that person Lance?"

Bradley furrowed his brow.

Freya bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, for the sake of your illness, I had to seek his help. But, darling, you have to trust me. I won't have any unnecessary contact with him."

"Calculate the cost of these medicinal herbs when you get back, and I'll transfer the money directly to Lance's account. But from now on, you're not allowed to visit Fenton Pharmaceutical Group again."

Bradley's suppressed anger was evident upon learning that Freya had come here.

He disliked Lance, especially considering Lance's intentions towards Freya. He wouldn't tolerate Freya getting too close to him.

"Alright, I'll have Ella calculate the total cost and repay him," Freya agreed.

Freya could discern Bradley's effort to suppress his anger.

She didn't want to agitate him. At this moment, she could only comply with his wishes.

Hand in hand, they ran through the corridor, with pursuers hot on their heels.

Freya clutched the bag tightly. Despite her agility, staying up all night had left her somewhat exhausted, and she soon found herself out of breath.

Bradley took the bag from her, saying, "Let me carry it for you."

"Please be careful. These medicinal herbs are crucial for curing your illness," Freya reminded him.

Bradley nodded and lifted the bag, but then suddenly stopped.

Freya was about to ask him something when suddenly everything spun, and she fell into his arms.

"What are you doing? We need to run quickly."

"You're tired, let me carry you."

With his sturdy physique, holding her felt effortless, like cradling a doll, his legs moving swiftly as the wind, showing no signs of strain.

Because the entire security system had been activated, security personnel would arrive regardless of where they fled.

Freya couldn't help but recall the night she infiltrated the Austin mansion, where all the security guards had relentlessly pursued her.

If she hadn't managed to overpower them, she might not have escaped.

A group of bodyguards emerged from the elevator, forcing Bradley to carry Freya down the stairs.

"Darling, please put me down. I can walk by myself."

"I enjoy holding you."

His deep voice was melodious and pleasing to the ear, slightly breathless from the prolonged sprint.

Freya nestled in his embrace, observing as more and more people appeared behind them.

In the background, came the voice of Lucas, "If they manage to escape, kick them all out."

Freya had a faint sense of familiarity with this man and inquired, "Who is that?"

"He's Lance's brother, Lucas Fenton," Bradley replied.

Freya nodded in comprehension. No wonder she found him somewhat similar to Lance, they were brothers, after all.

"But their relationship is complicated, being half-brothers,"

Bradley added.

Freya finally understood why, despite mentioning Lance's name earlier, Lucas himself remained indifferent and still went to such lengths as to call the police.

It turned out that the two brothers were arch-rivals.

Lucas despised Lance, so naturally, he wouldn't show any mercy towards her associates.

Right now, all she could do was run.

If she were caught, Lucas might even use her to deal with Lance.