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.”

events. They’re too noisy. She would much rather

place.” Matthew reached out to hold her

guide Freya for a while, taking twists and turns. Surprisingly,

get lost even in your

take 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 most of the people in the venue, but no one could climb up to where

you encounter danger by being in the garden? This

Freya cast a

her life was when he tried to force a

and quirked a

“No.”

what happened last time. It seems like you. trust

Freya fell silent.

Matthew; she

recovered now, and she no longer had to worry about endangering her baby when. defending herself. She had been undergoing physical rehabilitation lately. Considering that, unarmed, she might

don’t show myself.” Matthew smiled at Freya. “I’ll have the maids

a moment. “Can I leave

it’s polite to say that

all, she had been deceived by this homeowner in

wouldn’t notice her there. The canopy of

over with

noise not far away from the venue; it was a sharp contrast to her current location.

while munching on the snacks. They chatted for

was a commotion in the venue, and the sound seemed to be very

Hood, are you

doctor. Mrs.

Freya stood up abruptly and ran to the railing

on the ground

asthma?” someone wondered.

I’ve never heard

tell you about such