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!

the bank

Ink: What?

never thought it was this much! Isn’t your family company run by your elder brother? Did you sneak some money

I only make eight thousand a month. You’ve got to give me a raise, Green

help but

Ever since she had awakened, Braxton and Sylvia had given her some money, amounting to

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

reward, considering it

Freya; as Sylvia had rightly pointed

billion, or even tens or hundreds of billions, she would do whatever

privileged relations with the banks, which ensured that large transfers

Ink and urged him to expedite the acquisition of the equipment. Shipping expenses and costs weren’t a concern; she could arrange for a private jet to

I don’t understand the life of the rich.

too? I’ve heard that you’re well-known

may be rich, but my father holds all the strings! He hasn’t given me a single penny. That’s why

continued chatting, and Freya browsed a medical forum.

the resumes of the selected elite candidates

the medical equipment. Everything else would arrive relatively quickly, except for the two devices from

set the interview schedule, thinking a week from

a group with the four candidates, naming it “Striving for

couldn’t help but wonder if Ink’s

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

to meet Radley at the West Geft Joint Department tomorrow to discuss their collaboration. Feeling content, Freya settled into

The following day.

and early, Freya rose and freshened up.

her bedroom and passed by Braxton’s slightly ajar

tapped on the door.

“Brax?”

a maid who was tidying up glanced over and whispered, “Miss Kaufmann, Mr. Kaufmann