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.”

would much rather be at home spending

hold her hand

rejected hand and smirked. He then proceeded to guide Freya for a while, taking twists

“You can get lost even in your

a closer look.”

than the venue. There was a railing in between, so she could see most of the people in the venue, but no one could climb up to where she

encounter danger by being in the garden? This spot

in the garden? Freya cast a silent

the garden in her life was

gaze and quirked

“No.”

dare to follow me around in the garden after what happened last time. It

Freya fell silent.

trust Matthew; she

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

again if I don’t show myself.” Matthew smiled at Freya. “I’ll have

thought for a moment. “Can

it’s polite to say that

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

stone table next to 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 just a

long, a server came over with

not far away from the venue;

while munching on the snacks.

commotion in the venue, and the sound seemed to be very close to her.

are you okay? Mrs. Hood!”

a doctor. Mrs.

stood up abruptly and ran to the railing to look

was lying on the ground near the railing,

asthma?” someone

epilepsy, but I’ve never heard that Mrs. Hood

you stupid? Who would casually tell you about