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.”

kinds of events. They’re too noisy. She would much rather be at home spending time with her baby.

reached out to hold

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

frowned. “You can get lost even in your

a closer

approached and found 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

the garden? This spot

the garden? Freya cast a silent glance at

garden in her life was when he tried to force a kiss

noticed Freya’s gaze and quirked

“No.”

after what happened last

Freya fell silent.

Matthew; she trusted herself.

longer had to worry about endangering her baby when. defending herself. She had been undergoing physical rehabilitation lately. Considering that, unarmed, she might be able to handle five opponents, not just

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

thought for a moment.

it’s polite to say that to the

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

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 few trees.

over

far away from the venue; it was a sharp contrast to

her phone and messaged Isabella while munching on the snacks. They

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

Hood, are you

Mrs. Hood

ran to the railing to

ground near the railing, convulsing

asthma?”

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

casually tell you