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.”

noisy. She would much rather be at

take you to a quieter place.” Matthew reached out to hold her hand rom his touch. You can lead the

then proceeded to guide Freya for a while, taking twists and turns. Surprisingly, they ended up back in a spot where they could see the banquet venue.

frowned. “You can get lost even in your own

take a closer look.”

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 she was.

the garden? This spot is perfect. Matthew

in the garden? Freya cast

garden in her life

noticed Freya’s gaze and quirked

“No.”

in the garden after what happened last time. It seems

Freya fell silent.

didn’t trust Matthew; she

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 be

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

moment. “Can

it’s polite to

been deceived by this homeowner in

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

came over

venue; it was a sharp

took out her phone and messaged Isabella while munching on the snacks. They chatted for a while.

and

you okay? Mrs. Hood!”

a doctor. Mrs. Hood has fainted!”

Freya stood up abruptly and ran to

on the ground

asthma?” someone wondered.

I’ve never heard that Mrs.

Who would casually tell you about