My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

A disdainful snort escaped Freya as she listened to the reporter’s question. “Your imagination is quite vivid, but if you rely on slandering others to gain news coverage, being a journalist doesn’t grant you immunity.”

In this short moment, the commotion and conversation between Freya and the reporter had attracted the attention of the people around them. Heads turned, and gazes were cast.

Some were sympathetic, while others wore mocking expressions.

Freya frowned and was about to ask the reporter to leave when a male voice came from behind her. “Get lost.”

Matthew emerged from behind Freya and looked coldly at the male reporter.

“Which media outlet are you from?”

The reporter immediately fell silent. After all, the Hood Group had several media companies under its umbrella, so dealing with a single reporter was quite simple.

Seeing that the reporter, who had been spouting baseless speculations, immediately backed down, Matthew sneered.

“Coming to our Hood Residence and spouting nonsense, yet quick to back down when faced with resistance. Do you think Miss Kaufmann is an easy target just because she’s a young woman?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” The reporter stammered, turning to leave. However, Matthew demanded icily. “Apologize, or else.”

The reporter hesitated for a moment. The broad road was right in front of him, and there were no security personnel blocking his way. However, he knew Matthew would certainly not let him off easily if he left just like this now.

At that, he turned around and returned to Freya’s side, bowing deeply, showing a sincere apologetic posture.

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaufmann. My behavior earlier was wrong

Freya glanced sharply at the reporter. This person had concocted a ridiculous story earlier, but now he was apologizing without any pressure. It seemed like he was accustomed to this.

Freya ignored the reporter and turned to enter the gates of the Hood Residence.

As she had suspected, the banquet this day was indeed not related to any collaboration between the Kaufmanns and the Hoods.

“Matthew Hood, how did I not realize you’re a liar?” Freya glanced at the person walking beside her, her voice filled with irritation.

Matthew Hood appeared unabashed. “If I didn’t say that, you wouldn’t have come.”

She would much rather be at home spending time with her baby.

a quieter place.” Matthew reached out to hold her hand rom his touch. You

He then proceeded to guide Freya for a while, taking twists and turns. Surprisingly, they ended

“You can get lost even in your own house?”

a closer look.”

that the place where she was standing was three to four meters higher than the venue. There was a railing in between, so she could see

danger by being in the garden? This spot is perfect. Matthew walked

cast

in the garden in her life was when he tried to

Freya’s gaze and quirked a brow. “Remembering something?”

“No.”

what happened

Freya fell silent.

trust Matthew; she trusted herself.

her baby when. defending herself. She had been undergoing physical rehabilitation lately. Considering that, unarmed, she might

at Freya. “I’ll have the maids bring some snacks and drinks later. After the banquet is over, I’ll come to pick

for a moment. “Can

you think it’s polite to say that to the host?”

tongue. After all, she had been deceived by this homeowner in the first

the railing and noticed that people in the venue wouldn’t notice her there. The canopy of trees nearby covered her, making it seem from a distance that there were

server came over with tea and

the venue; it was a sharp contrast

messaged Isabella while munching on the snacks. They chatted for

and the sound seemed to be very close to

Hood, are you okay?

a doctor. Mrs. Hood

ran to the

on the ground near the railing,

asthma?” someone

I’ve never heard that Mrs. Hood

tell