My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Freya glanced toward the dining room entrance, where Sylvia was seated on the couch, engrossed in studying the guest list. She placed her spoon down and whispered, “Brax, don’t worry. Their focus is solely on the Compendium of Medical Wisdom. Until they manage to infiltrate our home, I doubt they’d target me. What I’m worried about now is… wedding.”

Braxton narrowed his eyes. “Do you think they might exploit this situation to take action?”

In a soft voice, she analyzed. “In the past, those individuals have consistently stirred up turmoil within our family. Whether it was your car accident or mine, it’s evident that they prefer to orchestrate events to appear as accidents. However, neither of us died, proving their intention wasn’t to take our lives. They’re merely seeking the book’s location amidst the chaos. It’s possible they wouldn’t even risk ending our lives, as if they couldn’t uncover the book’s whereabouts, they’d eventually be compelled to extract the information from us.”

Pondering, he asked, “So, you’re not afraid of them kidnapping you?” He then arched his eyebrows slightly. “Listen, if anything were to happen to you, I don’t care how precious the Compendium of Medical Wisdom is. Nothing outweighs your importance to me. I’d hand over the book without hesitation.”

Freya chuckled softly. “But you have to be able to find it first.”

Braxton sneered. “Considering the size of your room, I could easily disassemble it and send it to them.”

She halted her playful banter. “Now is not the time to dwell on such matters. The main concern is your engagement banquet. Mom wants it to be held at our house. With a sizable

take gathering, it’s bound to be the most chaotic time. As for the security, it’s best if you charge, Brax. Mom is unaware of this matter, so she might think that employing ordinary personnel for security would suffice.”

He furrowed his brow and pondered. “I understand. I’ll handle this matter.”

His expression grew icy. Having faced numerous challenges to be with Isabella, he was resolute in not permitting anyone to mar their engagement banquet.

After finishing breakfast, Freya left the house under Braxton’s disdainful gaze and drove toward the Monaghans’ mansion. She had frequented the place so often that she no longer required navigation to get there. After driving for over an hour, she arrived at the entrance. As she made an appointment with Daniella last night to visit today, the latter had gotten up early.

the Monaghans’ mansion and parked in front of the villa, a sudden tightness gripped her chest,

quaint villa, an elderly lady sat on the elevated steps, her demeanor reminiscent of

butler, Walter, standing not far away,

the same time, Daniella held Freya’s hand, her face full of smiles. “Frey, my good. daughter-in-law, you’ve come to see me.” However, the way her speech

could not help but feel a tinge of melancholy. “Her lucid moments have been getting

moisture gathered in her eyes as she assisted Daniella

and recognize only Freya. She also did not like others

occasionally reminiscing about Radley’s childhood. She seemed to be trapped in a certain loop of memories. After mumbling for a while, she became sulky again. “Frey, don’t be upset. Radley is just a naughty boy. I’ll give him a scolding on your behalf,

was slightly hoarse as she replied,

don’t divorce him, okay?”

the living room entrance. Radley was entering from the outside. As she took in his tall stature

falling on him. In terms of quality, he was unquestionably the finest man

had jotted down various things in the notepad on her old

Radley. Her nature had always been marked by pride, yet she never could have foreseen she would be confronted with the

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