My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Freya was deep in thought when her phone rang. It was a message from Radley, providing her with the necessary information for the upcoming contest.

This was the most prestigious contest in the industry, with over a dozen domestic and international media outlets live-streaming the entire event.

The contest took place every three years, and this time it would be held in Hartterre, Florin, which was quite a coincidence. If it were to be held abroad, it would have been inconvenient for Freya to attend, especially now that she had Jolly.

Freya furrowed her brows as she read through the information from previous contests.

In the past, all the contests had segregated perfumers from various countries. However, it wasn’t as strict as a military camp. The purpose was to prevent cheating, and the daily lives of the perfumers would be broadcasted live, which would add an element of entertainment.

“Hartterre, for half a month…”

Freya pondered.

Before long, Sylvia came downstairs.

“Did Radley leave?” she asked.

“Yes,” Freya looked up at her mother. “Didn’t you go back to your room? How did you know?”

Hearing that, Sylvia gave Freya a glance. “How could I really leave you alone with him? I was on the balcony just now and saw his car being driven away.”

Freya nodded upon hearing that, and at that moment, the nanny brought Jolly out.

Sylvia immediately carried the little one and chatted with Freya. “What did Radley say to you?”

“What else could it be

He wants to collaborate with our company and create a fragrance brand,” Freya replied casually.

“You didn’t agree, did you?” Sylvia furrowed her brows.

“It’s a good thing. Why wouldn’t I agree?” Freya smiled.

“You agreed?”

“Yes.”

her arms, she scrutinized

we continue to collaborate with the Monaghan Group, you

we shouldn’t mix business and personal matters. Mom, you previously. mentioned that Caltun is not that big, and we will meet sooner or later. Besides, why not make money if we

for our family, and if you’ve truly considered everything and wish to avoid any

industry. The position of top luxury spices is gradually being replaced by perfumes. Mom, you also know that I’m a perfumer. I want to promote and carry forward our traditional skills and

was just a dream, but one must always strive to have hope.

Freya. As long as it’s something you truly

in her heart

who was in Sylvia’s arms, squirmed and reached out his hands,

son and felt

Jolly for half a

Braxton came back in the evening. Isabella came with him.

the four of them sat on

them about the upcoming program she needed to

frowned. “It’s rather unsafe there.”

The program will be broadcasted live throughout the entire process,” Freya signaled to Braxton with her

wouldn’t dare to do anything under the watchful

sounds great. How about I accompany you? It’s only half

her sentence,

preparations. You don’t have time to go to Hartterre.” Braxton then cast her a subtle glance, conveying

upon hearing

“I have…”

had always been fearless, except when it came to Braxton.

a case of everything having

I’ve read the rules of previous contests, and they should allow perfumers to bring an assistant.”

bring? You don’t

“I’ll

Sylvia was puzzled. “Wasn’t Brisa your assistant when you were at the company? She probably doesn’t know much about perfumery, but

tasks.” Freya looked at her brother and saw that his expression had

know Brisa’s identity, but Braxton did.

Brisa by her side,

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