My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Everyone in the house was asleep at this moment. Freya quietly went downstairs, crossed the corridor, and arrived at the basement door.

Although this villa was frequently unoccupied, she had prepared quite a few ‘toys’ in the past.

After opening the door, Freya activated the trap she had set up at the entrance.

After completing the iris authentication, a safe door slowly opened from the wall, and Freya walked in wearing a nightgown.

Various cold weapons hung on the wall, and she chose a modified crossbow and a few medicine bottles.

The power of this modified crossbow surpassed that of most firearms in close combat.

She tightly pursed her lips, her face as cold as ice.

After preparing some weapons, she returned to her bedroom with everything.

Freya placed the items under the bed and lay down on it. Today, she needed a good night’s sleep to rest up and have the energy to save Jolly tomorrow.

The next day.

In the early morning, Sylvia came to wake Freya up for breakfast.

Braxton was busy investigating the arsonist for the past three days and searching for Jolly’s whereabouts. He was almost invisible all day long.

Freya received messages from Chris and Mikael, knowing that Radley’s side was using all available manpower to investigate.

Even the Hood family was helping.

Yet, despite the efforts of the three families, it should have been found even if it was just an ant in Caltun. However, there was not a single clue about the arsonist.

After breakfast, Freya pretended to look tired and said, “Mom, I’m going back to sleep.”

Sylvia nodded and looked worriedly at Freya’s back.

She was also anxious about Jolly’s disappearance but even more worried about her daughter’s emotions.

At 7 p.m., Freya went downstairs to have dinner and returned to her room to sleep early.

After returning to her room, she locked her door and took out the weapons she had prepared long ago, equipping herself one after another.

Hidden under her clothes were the modified sleeve arrows and crossbow.

Freya took a grappling hook and swung herself to the first floor, disappearing into the woods with a few flashes.

Emerald Dock was an old dock on the Caltun Riverside. It used to be famous a few years ago but has gradually fallen into disuse recently.

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Freya drove out, her face cold.

suitable place for carrying out activities away from the public eye!

in Caltun was bustling. She drove into a shortcut and a

west would

with

At Kaufmann Residence.

with official business all day and sat directly on the sofa when he got

walked out of the nearby dining room and immediately approached him upon seeing him.

with the

shook his head. “No, I met with Radley and Matthew today, but

eyes dimmed.

sighed deeply. “How is Frey? Is she

so how could Frey be alright? However, she seemed to be in a better state today. She even ate an extra bowl of rice

finished speaking, both of them realized

eyes and pondered for a moment before standing up and walking quickly toward

and Braxton knocked on

was no response from inside, and his face turned cold. He

“Frey!”

his heart sank. He kicked the door lock forcefully, causing the door to slam open and hit the wall,

was empty.

the pushed-open window. He

“Something’s wrong!”

in big strides and turned to

herself to remain calm in the face of a

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wind howled by

driving along the riverside road. In a few more minutes, she would arrive

to the agreed time with the

side of Caltun Road, almost parallel to Freya.

7:52 p.m.

Dock, took out her phone, and stood in front of

dock.

building was already deserted, surrounded

looked up and saw the pitch-black sky covered by dark

When it exactly struck 8 p.m., a line

bring the item?”

“I brought it,

wasn’t sure where the person

screen displayed a message. Go to

continuous instructions guiding her along the way, she went around a few

house on the west

down, then leave and wait

stood before the door and shouted, “I must see my son!”

sent another message. You have no room for negotiation. My

a deep breath and placed The Compendium of Medical

Leave this place!”