He shed his suit onto the floor and gently lowered her, assessing her injuries.

Her lower leg was a mass of bruising, visibly painful.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins pulsing on his forehead, neck, and hands.

These were telltale signs preceding his bouts of fury.

Freya hastened to reassure him, "Darling, I'm alright, don't fret."

"How can you be alright when you're injured like this?"

He yearned to storm out, wreaking havoc!

Freya firmly grasped his hand, her voice soft, "They're just superficial wounds, no bones are harmed. We'll apply some medicine later."

As she finished, violent pounding reverberated from outside.

The secure door began to shake under the assault.

Bradley's eyes narrowed, crimson veins streaking through them.

He rose, emanating a menacing air, ready to confront gods or demons.

Freya understood all too well that if those intruders breached the sanctum, it would enrage Bradley beyond measure.

The consequences of his frenzy here were unthinkable.

Suppressing the pain in her foot, she stood and implored, "Honey, calm yourself, breathe deeply and release slowly. You promised not to lose control in front of me. I dislike seeing you like this, it frightens me."

Bradley turned slowly, meeting her gaze, the crimson in his eyes receding.

Yet, his fists remained clenched.

Freya embraced him gently, "They can't harm me. Remember, I'm adept with needles. If I truly can't handle it, will you step in?"

Meeting her beseeching gaze, Bradley's heart softened.

His fists gradually relaxed, lips pursed as he agreed, "Very well, but if they lay a hand on you, I'll lay waste to the entire Fenton Pharmaceutical Group!"

Freya gazed deeply into his eyes, her tone gentle as she obediently said, "I will obey my husband."

As her words trailed off.

With a resounding crash, the door collapsed.

Guards flooded in.

Freya tightened her grip on the silver needles, driving them into the bodyguards' thighs.

Instantly, several burly men collapsed, writhing in agony and amusement.

Freya stood defiantly, hands on hips, eyes cold as she addressed Lucas, "Let me reiterate, I am not a thief! And revealing my true identity will terrify you."

She infiltrated Fenton Pharmaceutical Group not under a false guise, but as Freya herself, with minor alterations.

Knowing Lucas didn't recognize her or Bradley, she opted to unveil her identity to instill fear.

"Whoever you are, breaking into the Fenton Pharmaceutical Group to steal medicine makes you a thief. If I don't apprehend you today, I'm not Lucas."

"If you dare to touch me, my husband won't forgive you."

"Hmph, isn't the husband of a thief also a thief? I can call the police and have you both, this thieving couple, thrown in jail."

Lucas disregarded her words with disdain.

Facing Freya's provocation, he laughed uproariously, nearly doubling over with amusement.

Freya feigned distress, casting a coquettish glance to her side and said in a tender voice, "Darling, this person accused us of being a thieving couple and threatened to send us to jail. Quickly instruct the Austin Group's public relations to initiate legal proceedings, or we'll end up behind bars."

Austin Group's public relations?

"Are you affiliated with the Austin Group?"

Lucas was taken aback.

"Yes, yes," Freya nodded sympathetically, looking at him. "My husband happens to be the renowned CEO of the Austin Group, Bradley Austin."

Lucas burst into even louder laughter, tears nearly falling to the ground.

"So, you're saying you're the CEO's wife, and this person beside you is Bradley Austin?"

"Exactly."

Freya hooked her arm around Bradley's.

Lucas couldn't contain his laughter, tears streaming down his face. "This is hilarious! Bradley Austin sneaking into Fenton Pharmaceutical Group to steal medicine? Is the Austin Group bankrupt? Can't even afford to buy some medication?"

Bradley stood silently beside.

His dark eyes sharp as a knife.

Lucas felt like he would laugh his teeth out, having never heard such a hilarious joke in his life.

Freya pursed her lips, shrugged helplessly, and said, "Darling, he doesn't believe me. What should we do?"

Without a word, Bradley took out his phone and dialed Harry.

"Give me an estimate. How much capital would it take to acquire the entire Fenton Pharmaceutical Group? Yes, I'm planning to acquire Fenton Pharmaceutical Group."

As soon as he hung up, Lucas's phone rang.

He hurriedly answered.

An urgent voice came through the receiver, "The Austin Group intends to acquire Fenton Pharmaceutical Group. Where are you? Hurry back and convene a meeting to handle this matter."

"Dad, I..."

"No 'buts.' Come back immediately."

Lucas stood foolishly in place.

Just a moment ago, the person in front of him had made a call about acquiring Fenton Pharmaceutical Group, and the next second, his father was calling…

So, was this person truly Bradley Austin?

Lucas was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.

Freya couldn't help but feel triumphant at seeing him in such a sorry state.

"Let me formally introduce you. This... is my husband, Bradley Austin. The reason I came here to collect medicine is at the behest of Lance. I am here openly, not to steal!"

In an instant, Lucas was dumbfounded.

He had thought to catch Lance in a trap, only to inadvertently provoke Austin Group.

Since when did Lance get so close to the Austin Group?

Before he could make sense of it, hurried footsteps came from behind.

"Vice President, the chairman requests your immediate presence in the conference room."

"I know."

Lucas impatiently replied, staring fixedly at Bradley, but his imposing aura made him shiver.

At that moment, Bradley's phone rang.

Harry's voice came through, "CEO, the acquisition documents have been sent to the person in charge at Fenton Pharmaceutical Group."

"Good, I understand. I'm at Fenton Pharmaceutical Group now. Come over immediately and convene the acquisition meeting."

With that, Bradley took Freya's hand and left the secure passage.

His imposing presence leaving no one daring to stop them.

They went to the lounge, where Bradley sat down, cradling Freya in his arms, and then knelt down on one knee.

He gently held Freya's foot, massaging it carefully.

Normally, Freya wouldn't even frown from such pain, but now, with the man holding her foot, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Being pampered like this made her feel a bit affected.

"Is it very painful? I'll be gentler."

He seemed to be treating a precious treasure, leaning down to blow on her foot.

The warm breath brushed against her skin, causing a shiver. Freya blushed uncontrollably and involuntarily curled her foot.

"What's wrong?"

He looked up at her.

Freya bit her lip, acting coy, "You are the illustrious CEO of Austin Group, the prince of Solterra. It's not good for your reputation to be seen massaging my feet like this."

"In front of you, I'm not a CEO, nor a prince. I'm just... your husband!"

He reached out and gently pinched her rosy cheek.

Freya blinked, revealing a bright smile to him.

"Darling, you're so good to me."

"Silly, you're my wife. If I'm not good to you, then who?"

He continued to massage her feet, even leaning down to place a kiss on the arch of her foot.