He called Shadow to inquire about Freya's whereabouts.

"Just now, Miss Gang Mi came over, and Madam left with her to the tenth floor. According to our people's report, Madam met two people at the elevator entrance."

"Who?"

Shadow hesitated, hesitantly said, "It's, it's Lance, as for the woman next to him, her face looks unfamiliar, do we need to investigate further?"

Back in the capital, Lance had deliberately approached Freya, and he was even the head of Tianyan Group, who had cooperated with Freya before.

This is something Bradley is very concerned about.

That's why he brought Freya back to the southern country, never expecting to bump into them in such a situation after so long.

Bradley reclined on the leather seat, squinting his eyes, "Confirm the relationship between the two!"

If Lance already has a new target, there is no need for him to go through the trouble of dealing with him.

But if he dares to covet Freya, then don't blame him for being impolite. Shadow quickly went to investigate. Ten minutes later, he brought back news. "Master Bradley, it has been investigated. The woman brought by Lance is called Jade. This woman is Lance's college classmate who once admired Lance, but was rejected. The two have never been together..." "Get to the point!" Bradley had no patience to listen further and waved his hand at him. ying also felt he was being too verbose and succinctly said, "Jade is pursuing Lance again, but the two have not officially established a relationship yet!" Hearing this, Bradley's eyebrows furrowed tightly. Not established a relationship yet? So there are still variables?

"Send someone to keep an eye on Point Lance. I don't want him to get near Madam half a step." Bradley tapped his long, slender fingers on the table, supporting his forehead as he continued to watch the screen, contemplating the surprise that would come later.

At the same moment.

In another lounge.

Jasmine just received a call from Madam Shawn , explaining the situation to her.

Yang Zong is really in a dilemma. The organizers already have a designated candidate, so Jasmine cannot become the protagonist of this fashion show.

Although Madam Shawn kept comforting her, Jasmine was still unwilling. After hanging up the phone, she angrily smashed her mobile phone.

It must be Freya playing tricks.

It must be her! Jasmine's face was ferocious. After smashing her phone, she sat on the sofa and smoked heavily, as if only this could dissipate the resentment in her heart.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Lucy pushed the door and walked in, seeing the mess on the floor, she smiled meaningfully.

"Who provoked our big model, causing such a big fire?"

Jasmine extinguished the cigarette butt, got up to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of red wine, handed it to Lucy, and said coldly, “My fashion show is ruined, you must help me figure out a solution.”

Since Mrs. Shawn was also helpless, she could only ask Lucy for help.

After all, this woman's methods were first-class, and there was nothing she couldn't do when she set her mind to it.

Although she sometimes overused her intelligence, she couldn't find any other support at the moment, so she had to put all her hopes on her.

"What else can we do? You are the main character, it depends on how you want to handle it." Lucy sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine, elegantly taking a sip and softly said, "The main character is already decided, but if she can't attend, another model will be chosen. This is your chance."

Upon hearing this, Jasmine's expression immediately changed. She raised her eyebrows, looked at Lucy, and instantly understood. She bit her lip, "Are you suggesting..." and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Lucy leaned back on the sofa and looked up at her, "How you handle it is up to you. I've given you the solution. Whether you can succeed in getting into this fashion show depends entirely on your own abilities."

"Lucy, I still need you at critical moments. I may have spoken impulsively earlier, but you've also slapped me a few times. Our grievances are even now. We should remain close allies from now on and work together to ensure Freya has no place to hide."

Jasmine sat beside her, trying to please her, holding onto her arm with a fake smile on her face.

Lucy coldly laughed, "Don't butter me up. I'm just a fallen royal fake princess, far from your prestigious status as a top model, not to mention you are the future daughter-in-law of the Shawn family."

"Lucy, I spoke out of anger. Please don't take it seriously."

"Forget it, stop trying to please me. My goal is Freya and Leonard. As long as you help me deal with them, everything will be fine."

Her current situation is all caused by these two people.

Anyway, she has nothing now and doesn't care about breaking the net with them. At most, it's a dead end. By then, she can bring along a few more people to bury together.

...

Freya and Ella arrived at the master's lounge, but unexpectedly met Madeline and Patrick.

It had been a while since they last met. Madeline had become plump due to pregnancy. Freya had to look several times to confirm it was her.

"Madeline, why are you here at the scene? If the pregnancy reactions aren't severe, why aren't you resting at home?" Madeline reached out and held her arm, with a bright smile. "I've passed the period of pregnancy reactions. I can eat and sleep now. Haven't you noticed how much weight I've gained?"

Indeed, she had gained a lot of weight.

Previously, when working at Shangri-La, she used to work late nights, and Madeline was quite slim back then.

But the woman in front of them now was full-bodied, with a face full of happiness, showing that Patrick took good care of her.

"Don't eat too much, be careful not to stay slim after giving birth." Freya chuckled, then grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse, raising an eyebrow and nodding, "Take good care of your pregnancy, but also pay attention to your level of physical activity. Otherwise, with this twin pregnancy of yours, you might end up needing a C-section."

It's true, Madeline is expecting twins.

It's because of the two little troublemakers that she couldn't get out of bed in the first three months.

"Don't, having a C-section will leave a scar. Having a big centipede in your belly, how ugly!" Madeline frowned. She had no idea that Patrick was so formidable, a pair of twins, and two boys at that.

From now on, she would have to take care of three men, such a burden.

"And also," Freya glanced at Madeline's neck, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "even after three months, you still need to be cautious about intimacy, don't forget, you're carrying twins."

Madeline blushed, coquettishly saying, "Freya, what nonsense are you thinking about, we don't have that."

Freya pointed at her neck, where a big red mark was visible, clear to anyone with understanding.

Madeline glanced down at herself, seeing nothing, but still quickly pulled up her collar.

In the morning, she discovered the mark on her neck and deliberately put on a high-collar shirt. But it was getting hot, so she took off the shirt. Little did she know that Freya would see her.