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.”

too noisy. She would much rather be

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

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

lost

take a closer look.”

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

in the garden?

danger in the garden? Freya cast a silent glance

encountered danger in the garden in her life was when he tried to force a kiss on her.

gaze and quirked a brow. “Remembering something?”

“No.”

you still dare to follow me around in the garden after what happened last time. It seems like you. trust me a lot. Matthew

Freya fell silent.

didn’t trust Matthew; she trusted

no longer had to worry about endangering her baby when. defending herself. She had

myself.” Matthew smiled at Freya. “I’ll have

for a moment. “Can I leave early?”

it’s polite to say that to the host?”

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

that people in the venue wouldn’t notice her there. The canopy of trees nearby covered her, making it

server came over

away from the venue; it was a sharp contrast to

messaged Isabella while munching on the snacks. They chatted for a while.

and the

are you okay?

doctor. Mrs. Hood has fainted!”

abruptly and ran to the railing to

the ground near

asthma?” someone wondered.

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

Who would casually tell