"By the way, where is Sister Luo? Why didn't she come back with you?" Madeline asked.

"Ella and her husband went on their Honeymoon, they won't be back for a short while," Freya smiled.

After returning from the southern country to the capital, Freya handed over the affairs of the brand store to Madeline. After all, Ella was solely focused on revenge and had no interest in managing the brand store. Madeline, with her strong work ability, was the most suitable person to take charge of Everyone.

"Ella got married? When did that happen?" Madeline was quite surprised.

Previously, when Ella was managing the brand store, Madeline only knew that she had a boyfriend, but hadn't heard anything about getting married.

Freya smiled, "They went on their Honeymoon early, when they get married, they will definitely invite you to the wedding banquet."

"That's a must. I'll give her a big red packet then," Madeline laughed.

Freya glanced around, there were quite a few people in the store before, but many employees had resigned One after another since Sophia's incident. Apart from Madeline, there were mostly new faces now.

"Everything, put down your work for a moment, I'll introduce someone to you all," Madeline clapped her hands, and soon all the employees gathered around.

Madeline pointed to Freya and said, "This is our boss, the internationally renowned first designer Julia." The employees all showed expressions of admiration upon hearing this, never expecting to be so fortunate as to meet Julia in person. "Boss, could you give us an autograph?" one of Julia's fans asked cautiously. Freya looked at the girl speaking and smiled gently, "Of course." The girl thought Freya would refuse, but she unexpectedly agreed readily, feeling pleasantly surprised. Freya brought paper and pen, wrote Julia's three characters, and handed it to the girl, teasingly saying, "Chasing stars during work hours, aren't you afraid of your boss deducting your salary?" The girl smiled, showing her two front teeth, "Reporting to the boss, I will make up for my mistake and work even harder." Everything laughed. Freya checked the time and said to Everything, "It's getting late, you're busy, I'll go first." Just then, a few wealthy ladies walked in. Madeline was about to stop them, but couldn't get away, so she could only say to Freya, "Boss, take care!"

Freya waved to Everything and walked away from the brand store. Behind her, a noblewoman stopped in her tracks and turned to look deeply at Freya's figure before turning to Madeline and asking, "Is the person who just left your boss?"

"Yes," Madeline replied.

The noblewoman's eyes turned cold, and she signaled to the bodyguard standing outside the store. The bodyguard understood and followed Freya as she left.

Not long after Freya left the brand store, she keenly sensed someone following her. With a cold look in her eyes, she swiftly stepped into the alley across the street.

The bodyguard missed his target and was about to make a call when suddenly someone jumped down from the roof and kicked his phone away.

"Who are you, and why are you following me?"

Seeing that the person was his target, the bodyguard drew a knife from his waist and rushed towards her.

Freya smirked slightly, not expecting to be targeted as soon as she left the house.

Let her think, who is the one trying to kill her this time?

Thinking about her enemies, each one has met a tragic end, and now, apart from Jasmine, it seems like no one else can be found.

However, Jasmine doesn't seem to have the strength to come to the southern country.

But if it's not Jasmine, she really can't think of who it could be.

Before she could think much, the opponent has already come to kill. Freya's pupils slightly constricted, she dodged the attack by moving sideways.

In the next second, she took out a silver needle from her waist, and three cold flashes passed by in the blink of an eye.

The bodyguard is a well-trained expert, lowering his body to avoid the silver needle, then raising his head and blowing a whistle.

In an instant, more than a dozen black-clad figures appeared from all directions, surrounding Freya.

Such a formation made Freya feel uneasy, as it was clear that the other party wanted to kill her.

"Who are you, and why do you want to kill me?"

The other party laughed coldly, "Who doesn't know the reputation of the Southern Country's heir? But if you want to secure this position, it depends on whether the Southern Country's heir can leave here alive today." With that, a group of people attacked again. Despite her excellent skills, Freya did not carry any weapons except for a needle packet on the street this time because Bradley was present. Facing the numerous opponents, she gradually found herself overwhelmed. Just as she was about to counter the opponent's dagger, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through, and a dark figure quickly flashed by. Before Freya could react, her wrist was firmly grasped by a powerful hand. When she looked up, she met a pair of profound eyes, which intimidated her into instinctively shrinking her neck. "I will teach you a lesson when we get home," Bradley said, kicking a bodyguard in the abdomen. Soon, Lance arrived with reinforcements, and all except for ying bodyguard who escaped over the wall were captured. Bradley's black leather shoe heavily pressed on the belly of the bodyguard as he menacingly asked, "Who sent you here?"

The bodyguard moaned in pain, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but remained silent throughout.

Bradley's leg strength increased, exerting pressure as if to crush his bones.

Finally, unable to bear the pain, the bodyguard begged for mercy, saying, "I'll talk, I'll talk."

Bradley eased his grip, but just as the bodyguard was about to speak, a cold light flashed, and the bodyguard fell to the ground bleeding.

Freya looked up ahead, a dark figure quickly disappearing from view.

"Chase after!" Lance's men were about to go after them.

"No need." Bradley waved his hand, his gaze sharp as he ordered, "Bring them all back for interrogation."

"Yes."

Bradley didn't linger, taking Freya towards where the car was parked. His handsome face was tight with anger.

Freya occasionally looked up at the man's face, lowering her head as if she were a child who had dying something wrong.

Half an hour past the agreed time, so this round doesn't count," said in a completely unconvincing manner, with a voice as small as a mosquito.

Bradley heard this and abruptly stopped in his tracks, his sharp eyes dangerously staring at Freya.

Then, he slightly loosened his grip and pulled her into his arms.

Before Freya could react, she was already being carried horizontally by the man.

"Do you really think I'm playing hide and seek with you? Freya, if you go missing next time, I will definitely build a golden cage and lock you up in the palace." The man's voice carried an undisguised anger. If he hadn't arrived in time, Freya would have been harmed for sure.

Freya pursed her lips and coquettishly said, "Then promise to take me to the underground lab, alright?"

She just wanted to be part of this operation, no matter how difficult it may be ahead, she wanted to be with Bradley.

While a canary is beautiful, being locked up for a long time will gradually make it lose its spirit.

She is Freya, a bird soaring in the sky for a long time, heading towards freedom is her nature.

If she's locked up, it would be better to just kill her with a single strike!