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.”

Sylvia held Jolly in her arms, she scrutinized her daughter’s expression.

understand that if we continue to collaborate with the Monaghan Group, you will inevitably have to continue to meet with Radley.

but 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 can?” Freya said.

isn’t a concern for our family, and if you’ve truly considered everything and wish to avoid

before adding, “It’s not just about money. What I value most is the development of the 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

but one must always strive

up to you, Freya. As long as it’s something you truly want,

in her heart and leaned

reached out his hands, wanting Freya to hold him.

at her adorable son

a month was

details to Sylvia. When Braxton came back in the evening. Isabella came with

them sat on

finally told them about the upcoming program she needed to

Braxton immediately frowned. “It’s rather unsafe

live throughout the entire process,” Freya signaled to Braxton

they wouldn’t dare to do anything under the watchful

excited. “Going to Hartterre sounds great. How about I accompany you? It’s only half a month, and I can treat it

her sentence, Braxton

wedding is only three months away, and you need to make a lot of preparations. You don’t have time to go to Hartterre.” Braxton then cast her a subtle glance, conveying a message without uttering

pouted upon hearing

“I have…”

always been fearless,

a case of everything having its vanquisher.

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

plan to bring? You don’t have an assistant,” Sylvia asked.

smiled. “I’ll

when you were at the company? She

be good enough if she could help with tasks.” Freya looked at her brother and saw that his expression had indeed softened a bit.

didn’t know Brisa’s identity, but

by her side, Freya

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