Her nose hit the ground, not only collapsing but also scraping, causing blood to flow from her nose.

Freya took several more shots of her in a ridiculous state before satisfiedly shaking her head and leaving.

"Wait, I won't let you off!" Lucy screamed at her, giving a vicious warning.

Freya grinned coldly, completely ignoring her provocation.

At first, she wanted nothing more than to kill this woman on the spot, but now she suddenly changed her mind. Such an interesting woman, she wanted to keep her around to play with!

Letting her live would be more painful than death!

In the black Hummer.

Bradley leaned back in the genuine leather seat, quietly watching the live news broadcast of the trial.

Everything was as he expected. Freya was indeed Julia, the internationally renowned top designer.

He had suspected it before, but the real confirmation came when White Fox inadvertently revealed it.

Unexpectedly, she was not only talented in arts but also skilled in combat!

He became even more curious about her. What surprises would she bring him next?

Mystica.

Poppy.

Julia.

Apart from these identities, who else could she be!

Ding!

A message came to his phone.

Bradley glanced at it, his handsome brows furrowing tightly.

There were a series of ugly photos of Lucy accompanied by a line of text.

"Honey, I didn't lay a finger on her, she tripped and disfigured herself. Not my fault."

The man touched his nose and his lips curved downwards, quickly replying.

"No worries, I've got all the people she brought under control. You can play however you like!"

Upon receiving this text, Freya grinned and chuckled, then dialed his number.

"I knew there wasn't anyone coming to help. Turns out you intercepted them!"

"My wife was being bullied, I couldn't just go help. It's better to clear obstacles for her to show off my skills and have more fun!"

The man's low, pleasant voice came through the phone, each word tapping at her heart, causing her heart to race.

She coquettishly said, "I'm going to see Selena first. I won't talk to you for now. Bye."

"Okay."

Bradley nodded, and after the call ended, he immediately sent the photos to Shadow One.

He commanded, "Sell these to the newspapers and have them publicize it widely. I want everyone in the world to see these photos."

When Shadow One received the photos, she was stunned.

She clenched her fists tightly, respectfully saying, "Okay, I'll get right on it!"

She hadn't expected the noble Princess of the Logan family to be so incompetent, to be trampled and insulted by someone like Freya.

It seemed they needed to find another way to deal with Freya.

They had thought that they could at least take a big chunk out of her during this trial, but unexpectedly, she controlled the situation and turned the tables, even treating everyone like monkeys in her show.

What truly made Shadow One unable to accept wasn't Freya's methods, but Bradley's deception.

He silently helped her behind her back, pretending to cooperate with Lucy to keep her from disrupting the trial.

All of this was his doing, and she had been kept in the dark the whole time.

Shadow One had a bad feeling in her heart. Perhaps Bradley was already beginning to suspect her!

...

After handling Selena's affairs, Freya returned to the car contentedly.

Honey, did you like the photos just now?"

As soon as she got into the car, she couldn't resist teasing him.

The man furrowed his brows fiercely, then suddenly used force to push her down onto the seat. He propped himself up on the back of the chair, like a muscular leopard, looking down at her.

"What's so good about them? Do you think your husband would look at any random photos? Of course, if they were your swimsuit photos, that would be different."

As he said this, his eyes immediately became dark and mysterious.

Freya had intended to playfully tease him, but she didn't expect him to say something so brazen. She blushed immediately.

"Bradley, where did you learn to talk like this? The old you wouldn't have said such things even if you were messing around. You're behaving so badly now!"

She lightly clenched her fist and lightly punched him in the chest.

The man took hold of her small hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. "I'll be whatever I want to be in front of my wife, okay?"

He finished speaking, leaned down, and planted a deep kiss on her tender lips. "From now on, when we do this kind of thing, a kiss won't be as simple as before."

In front of her, he deleted all the photos, then scrolled through the album and set a swimsuit photo as the wallpaper.

"Hmm, my wife's swimsuit photos are still the best, of course it would be even more beautiful if she's not wearing anything!"

"You ... You ... You ... you're shameless!"

Freya was flustered and reached out to grab the phone.

Using her swimsuit photo as the wallpaper on this customized high-end phone was simply ... too embarrassing!

The key was that Bradley usually gave off an impression of being aloof and restrained. That he could do something like this was beyond her imagination.

"How am I shameless? These are my wife's photos!"

The man easily dodged her claws, with a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Freya was relentless and tried to grab it again.

Unexpectedly, in this rush, both of them fell into the carriage together, stacking on top of each other like a pile of logs.

Um!

Freya hadn't reacted yet when her lips were captured again!

"Let's go swimming together tonight!"

The man's low, hoarse voice sounded in her ear, causing Freya's heart to race.

No, please don't!

She didn't want to swim!

Recalling the scene at the swimming pool, she still blushed and her heart pounded, her mind going blank.

This man was really too wild, she couldn't resist him!

"I missed you, sweetheart."

This kiss went a bit too far, and even the temperature in the car compartment rose sharply.

Just as everything was about to spiral out of control, the phone rang at the most inappropriate time.

Bradley was interrupted, his eyes showing a thin layer of frost, but he ignored it.

However, the caller seemed insistent on getting through to him, repeatedly calling.

"Honey, there must be something urgent. You go ahead and answer first." Freya quickly pushed the man away when she saw the urgency in the call. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, and even her clothes were messy, barely hiding anything.

Bradley glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, his heart in turmoil.

He irritably loosened his collar, grabbed the phone coldly, and said, "It better be something urgent. Otherwise, I'll send you back to the Sigelac for retraining!"

The field master of the love battlefield, Patrick, sensed that something was off.

It seemed like he had ruined Mr. Bradley's good time!

He cleared his throat and said, "Or, you can continue? Let's talk after you're done."

" .... "

The man's face turned black.

Continue at a time like this?!

His cold voice without any warmth came through the phone, "Speak!"

Even through the distance, Patrick was intimidated by his voice.

He stammered, "Then I'll tell you the truth!"

After three seconds of silence, Patrick's voice became extremely excited.

"Oh my, Mr. Bradley, Freya is actually the number one designer, Julia! Do you know who Julia is? She won first place in the international fashion design competition three years ago, not only in the fashion industry but also in the jewelry industry. She has stores all over the world, not only is she a big shot, but she also has countless assets. I suppose she's not less than you."