My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

After a moment of thought, Freya found this tactic to be truly ruthless.

Her brows furrowed slightly and she sent another message to Isabella.

Freya: Braxton just stormed out. Are you sure your parents won’t be suspicious when he arrives at your place in such a condition? Even if your parents approve, seeing Braxton’s agitated state might still leave them hesitant, don’t you think so?

Isabella: Then what should we do now?

Freya: You’ll have to figure it out yourself. Seeing how he rushed out of my house, I guess it will take him. less than half an hour to reach your place.

After responding to Isabella’s message, she happily put her phone into her pocket.

Having her hands washed again, Freya stepped out to help Sylvia with the dumplings.

In the evening, the house was quiet with only Sylvia and Freya present. After finishing their meal and spending some time together, Freya returned to her room.

After freshening up, she decided not to sleep yet. Seated on the small sofa with her phone in hand, she -opened The Green Flamation forum.

Michael and Eugene, from Octo Adelphos, had replied to her message, expressing their regrets for not capturing Danna. They promised to repay her favor in any task they could accomplish.

Freya raised an eyebrow, appreciating their loyalty, but she didn’t want anyone to go through hardships on her behalf.

She then opened the management group chat of The Green Flamation, finding it silent.

Freya: Ink, have you managed to find the batch of research equipment I requested?

Ink: What exactly are you looking for? Some of the equipment is expensive, while others are so secretive that people suspected my agents to be spies!

Freya chuckled softly. Many of the medical instruments she sought were recently developed in a research. lab overseas in Damford. She only had access to partial information.

Freya: How costly are the expensive ones?

Ink: The priciest ones can cost billions, while even the more affordable ones come with a price of hundreds of millions. After doing the math, all the equipment you need adds up to five billion. I might be able to get the ones from Damford, but it’s going to involve some serious maneuvering, like stealing the design blueprints from their top-secret research facility, and then finding skilled hands to put it all together. Frankly speaking, there’s no way we can make this happen for anything less than seven billion. Take some time to think it over!

Scylla: Send me the bank account details.

Ink: What?

it was this much! Isn’t your

only make eight thousand a month. You’ve got to give me

but

she didn’t have a massive amount of fixed savings. Ever since she had awakened, Braxton and Sylvia had given her some

bulk of her fortune came from the ten billion she earned through

it as a reward, considering it as her pocket

wasn’t the focus for Freya; as Sylvia had rightly pointed out, being together as a family was

tens or hundreds of billions, she would do whatever it took to find a way to pay

privileged relations with the banks, which ensured that large transfers were processed with

to expedite the acquisition of the equipment. Shipping expenses and costs weren’t a concern; she could arrange for a private jet to bring it all.

I don’t understand the life of the

But isn’t your family rich too? I’ve heard that you’re

My family may be rich, but my father holds all the strings! He hasn’t given me a single penny. That’s why I had to start up The Green Flamation at such young age,

chatting, and Freya browsed

resumes of the selected elite

arrive relatively quickly, except for the

thinking a

created a group with the four candidates, naming it

name seemed far from serious, and Freya couldn’t help but wonder if Ink’s influence had rubbed off on her inappropriately.

set up her medical research lab. Having finished her tasks, Freya tossed her phone aside. It

the West Geft Joint Department tomorrow to discuss their collaboration. Feeling

The following day.

Freya rose and

left her bedroom and passed by Braxton’s slightly ajar door,

lightly tapped on the

“Brax?”

the corridor, a maid who was tidying up glanced over