Early the next morning.

Freya found the hidden star-shaped hidden weapon, which had been stored away, and compared it to the ying brought back yesterday.

Sure enough, the two hidden weapons were exactly the same.

This made it all the more unbelievable.

The person who knocked down the bodyguard at that time was ying of ying's men.

But ying had already fallen off the cliff, and his soul had been recovering from the near-death experience. As for them, they had disappeared into the woods at the time and left no trace.

So, whose hidden weapon was this?

Freya narrowed her eyes, holding the two hidden weapons, and went to find Bradley. The most important thing now was the blood test report.

Just as she arrived at the door of the study, she heard faint phone conversation from inside, as if discussing a meeting.

Bradley has always been vigilant, able to quickly detect any movement at the slightest sign of a disturbance. When he discovered Freya at the door, he immediately hung up the phone.

"Freya, come in."

He returned to his seat and sat down.

Freya pushed the door open and approached him, getting straight to the point: "I have compared the two hidden weapons, they are indeed the same."

After saying that, she handed them to Bradley.

The man took them and carefully examined them, his brows furrowing deeply.

A dim, obscure light flashed in his eyes hidden beneath thick eyelashes.

But he concealed it well, and Freya did not notice anything.

"Have the results of the cotton gene pairing that was sent for testing yesterday come out?"

"Just came out."

The man put down the hidden weapon and handed the report to her. "Our people extracted the bloodstains from the cotton and matched them with Juliet's genes, finding a very low compatibility rate. This is enough to prove that the figure under the negative two layers is not Juliet."

If it's not Juliet, then who could it be?

Freya glanced over the report and indeed the compatibility rate was too low, clearly not the same person.

Her gaze fell back on the hidden weapon on the table.

The more she thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed!

Bradley reached out his long arm and pulled her onto his lap, softly saying, "Our people have been searching in the maze, whoever it is, will eventually show their true colors."

"Alright, don't think too much, I will handle these matters."

As he spoke, a glint of darkness flashed in the man's tranquil black eyes, even the knuckles holding the hidden weapon tightened involuntarily.

From the moment he saw this star-shaped hidden weapon, he faintly felt familiar.

This was a special material hidden weapon, all made of high-quality copper, sharp enough to take a life with a single blow.

Not many people can use it.

After all, this is a hidden weapon from the warlord family.

Only members of the clan can use it. Unless outsiders can become disciples of the warlords, they will never be able to obtain this kind of hidden weapon in their lifetime.

The fact that the mysterious person in the underground maze possesses such a hidden weapon, could it be that he is from the warlord family?

Bradley did not intend to tell Freya about this.

After all, the people of this family are too dangerous, and he doesn't want her to come into contact with them.

Seeing the man frowning deeply, Freya couldn't help but raise her hand and gently brush over his eyebrows.

"What are you thinking about?"

It has been a long time since she saw him show this dangerous expression.

Usually at such times, he must be scheming and planning something.

After being together with him for a long time, some things can basically be seen through his expressions at a glance. Bradley slowly came back to his senses from his thoughts, touched her hair, and said, "It's nothing, I have to go out this afternoon, I might be back late, you should come back early and have dinner by yourself, no need to wait for me." Freya hid in his arms and responded with a sound of agreement.

...

Two o'clock in the afternoon. Freya tidied up a bit and got ready to meet King. Although she had suspicions in her heart, Everyone was just speculation until she saw the person. Bradley left half an hour before her, only taking the blue book with him, leaving all the drivers at home for her. However, Freya didn't want the driver to accompany her and decided to drive on her own. When she arrived at the agreed coffee shop and was about to go in, someone suddenly called out to her from behind.

"Relax!" She turned her head and unexpectedly encountered Lance, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. "What a coincidence," Freya took the initiative to greet him. Lance got off the car and walked towards her, casting a deep gaze over her. He had heard a month ago that she had given birth to a Yara, but he didn't expect time to pass so quickly, as she had already completed her maternity leave. Looking closely, her figure was still slim and delicate, showing no signs of having given birth to a child. However, compared to before, her overall complexion was much better, and there was a slight fleshiness on her porcelain-white face. This Freya, without the previous cold demeanor, instead exuded a bit more warmth. "It truly is a coincidence," Lance smiled warmly, "How about having a coffee together?"

Freya pointed inside, shrugged helplessly, and said, "Sorry, I already have plans."

The disappointment that flashed in Lance's eyes didn't show on his face in front of her. Instead, he gentlemanly replied, "That's okay, we can reschedule."

Freya nodded, "My friend is waiting for me, so I have to go."

As she was about to step inside, Lance stopped her with a call.

"Can I borrow five minutes of your time to chat?"

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, his brow furrowed tightly.

Since Freya became pregnant, it had been difficult for him to see her. Several times he tried to visit the Royal Garden Villa to check on her, but was always stopped by the bodyguards.

Bradley also approached him several times, warning him to stay away from Freya.

This woman was no longer someone anyone could covet, but for Lance, who had once developed feelings for her and even been her business partner, he couldn't just let go.

Meeting her again today was not easy, and if he missed this opportunity, he feared he would have even fewer chances to see her in the future.

Freya stopped in her tracks, turned around and smiled at him, "Sure."

There were still twenty minutes before meeting King, even if they were delayed by five minutes, it wouldn't affect the meeting.

The two of them got into Lance's car, neither of them initiated a conversation, and there was a thirty-second awkward silence.

"Are you... doing alright?"

"How has the company been lately?"

They both spoke at the same time.

The next second, they looked at each other and smiled.

Lance gestured for her to speak first.

Freya calmly spoke, "Have you found a new business partner yet?"

Previously, Lance had contacted her several times, trying to convince her to reconsider her decision to withdraw, but Freya had decisively refused.

After getting pregnant and experiencing too many things during the period, she had no intention to care about other things. If it wasn't for seeing him today, Freya would have almost forgotten about Lance.

Lance clasped his hands together, his gaze occasionally falling on her face, before finally speaking after a long while. "The company has closed down, I am going back to the Group."

Upon hearing this, Freya was stunned. She remembered how Lance had always wanted to break away from the family, unwilling to be controlled by the family, which is why he had established the Group on his own. However, now, his casual remark of 'closed down, going back to Group' had put an end to the glorious period of this company.