Freya's eyes widened.

Indeed, this account was clearly Bradley's.

She immediately followed the account and entered the person's timeline.

There was nothing inside, obviously a newly registered account.

She immediately dialed Bradley's number, and the man quickly answered.

"Freya …."

Freya asked directly, "Have you seen the news?"

"Yes, I replied too!"

The man on the other end answered in a low voice, reclining lazily in a leather chair with a computer in front of him.

Upon seeing the photos, he acted swiftly to suppress any commentary, instructing Shadow One to promptly upload Lucy's photos to divert attention.

He didn't expect this little woman to reply, so he spontaneously registered an account to respond to her comment.

"If you reply like that, I'll become the target of attack across the entire internet. From now on, everyone will know that Princess Lucy's rival is Freya!"

Bradley raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "No worries, with your wits, those people can't beat you."

That was no exaggeration. With Freya's abilities, those people would be completely defeated before they even had the chance to make a move.

After all, anyone who had dared to provoke her recently had met a miserable end.

He was sharp-minded and highly adaptable. Sometimes, he was even in awe of his own capabilities.

"Everytime I make a mess, you'll come to clean it up," Freya grinned mischievously, scanning the room with her eyes. Ella had already left, and the door was closed.

Seeing no one around, she laid down on the bed and coquettishly asked the man, "Honey, when are you coming back?"

Bradley had left shortly after sending her back to the villa in the afternoon due to a sudden phone call.

He hadn't returned home since then. It had only been a few hours, but she already missed him terribly.

The man on the other end of the line heard her soft voice and felt a warmth in his heart. His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and a gentle smile curved his lips.

"I might not be able to come back tonight."

"Why not? Who are you with?" Freya's voice became somewhat cold, and she climbed out of bed.

That day, when he said he wouldn't come back, he was with Lucy, causing her to worry all night.

"I'm alone."

"Really?" Freya's tone was skeptical as she said, "Are you with her again?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the call was hung up.

Freya's heart sank to the bottom once more.

So, she guessed it right again. He was with Lucy again, so he couldn't chat with her more freely?

She impatiently ran her fingers through her hair, put down her phone, and prepared to go to bed. At that moment, the screen suddenly lit up.

She picked it up and glanced at it, surprised to see that it was a video call from Bradley.

She quickly tidied her hair and then answered the call.

The video connected, and a dark room appeared.

Gradually, Freya began to see the surroundings in the picture. It was evidently an office, but with dark gray decorations all around, and the curtains closed, it seemed somewhat oppressive.

Bradley soon appeared in the video, wearing his usual black trench coat, looking neat. He leaned back in a black leather chair, arms crossed and resting on the armrests with his cufflinks rolled up to his elbows, legs elegantly crossed.

The phone was placed on the desk, and the man's upper body faced the camera. His handsome face was bathed in the light from the computer, appearing mysterious and splendid.

"Freya, I wasn't with Lucy. You can check for yourself."

Freya felt a bit embarrassed. She just said it casually, and he was taking it so seriously, even opening a video call for her to check.

"No need, I believe you."

Freya felt she was being too suspicious. She knew Bradley's character well, and even if they were working together, with his aversion to women, Lucy wouldn't stand a chance with him.

Plus, the light from the computer screen proved he was working.

Bradley suddenly stood up, walking around with his phone in hand. "Honey, see for yourself. There's no one else here, just me."

"What about ... Shadow One?"

Freya noticed that in the large office, there was indeed only him.

Bradley frowned deeply at her question. "She's gone to help Gabriel. Unless it's something important, she wouldn't usually come to see me."

"Oh, I see."

Freya pursed her lips, but inwardly, she felt a sense of joy.

Bradley could clearly see the smile at the corner of her mouth, and his eyebrows softened. "As for Lucy, I've changed my mind. I don't plan to continue working with her."

Freya was taken aback. "Why?"

"Because my wife is upset."

His deep, sexy voice came through, causing Freya's face to blush instantly, and even her heartbeat skipped a beat.

"I'm not upset. You really don't have to do this."

She sounded just like an overbearing wife.

Although she disliked him getting too close to the opposite sex, he wasn't fooling around outside, so she wouldn't overreact.

Bradley chuckled softly. "I saw your comment just now. You were jealous."

Freya ran her fingers through her hair again. Seeing those comments from netizens earlier, she indeed felt a surge of jealousy, which prompted her to reply in that manner.

Bradley returned to his desk and sat down again, apparently lighting a cigarette, with wisps of smoke blurring the screen.

It was then that she noticed some odd items placed next to the table, and that was …

a mask!

She felt the mask was vaguely familiar and wanted to get a closer look, but the man suddenly moved the video away.

It flashed by too quickly, and she only caught a glimpse of it before seeing nothing else.

"Where are you? Why is it so dark?"

"In a temporary office. It's convenient for me to coordinate with Gabriel and the others."

He had obviously noticed Freya's gaze towards something just now, and that's when he realized he had accidentally shifted the camera towards the mask.

This was a dark web office, and everything here was kept secret.

He usually operated behind the scenes, and he also disguised himself.

The mask symbolized his identity!

"Smoke less, it's not good for your health!" Freya, having seen nothing, decided to drop the subject.

However, the screen was getting increasingly blurry, furrowing her brows even more. She then spoke in a commanding tone.

"Got it, Honey ...."

Bradley nodded and then extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

Just a single word from her, and he was capable of becoming exactly what she loved!

"Well, you better get busy then. Finish up and get some rest soon. It's getting late, so I'll hang up first .... "

She was about to end the video call when the man stopped her. "Wait, I can't come back tonight. I want to watch you sleep."

He was missing her as well, but he got some urgent business to handle right now, and he also had to leave early tomorrow morning for Leiton Island.

He didn't think he would be getting any sleep tonight.