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

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

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

get lost even in your own

take a closer look.”

higher than the venue. There was a railing in

garden? This

garden? Freya cast a

danger in the garden in her life was when he tried to

and quirked a

“No.”

what

Freya fell silent.

Matthew; she trusted herself.

body had 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 be able to handle

banquet. I’ll get scolded again if I don’t show myself.” 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

for a moment.

it’s polite to

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

table next to the railing and noticed that people in the venue wouldn’t notice her there. The

came over with

far away from the venue;

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

commotion in the venue, and

Hood, are you okay? Mrs. Hood!”

call a doctor. Mrs. Hood has

and ran to the railing to

was lying on the ground

asthma?”

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

tell you about such a condition?!”