My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

“Freya!” Helga roared.

Freya crouched down with a smile and said. “Are you about to say again that I will ruin my reputation?”

She leaned closer to Helga, lowering her voice, “Let’s not even mention the fact that you can’t do it, Helga. but even if you can, you’re just a small fish in a massive pond. Do you dare to go against the Kaufmann family, the Monaghan family, or the Marshall family?”

Helga shuddered all over and stared at Freya in shock.

Those who treat others like dogs will also be treated like dogs by those above them. Will Darrin really go against all these families for your sake?” Freya murmured softly, raising Helga’s chin gently with at seemingly gentle tone, but her eyes were grim and chilling. “I can make you disappear without a trace, or you might wake up tomorrow morning to find yourself in a hut in Oclea working as a prostitute. Would you like to give it a try?”

“Y-You’re insane! You’re a devil, Freya, you’re a devil!” Helga screamed as she felt waves of terror creeping down her spine.

This was not the Freya she knew, absolutely not the same Freya!

During their time on the show, Freya, although a bit aloof, had actually helped everyone. Later, she even

freed Leah from her control. Helga had always thought of Freya as a doormat.

If Freya were not born into the Kaufmann family, not their heiress, a trash of such good looks would probably be dead in some remote ditch by now. But now, Helga, staring at Freya’s tempting lips, found her even more terrifying and beautiful.

Freya watched as Helga’s snot ran down her face, and she quickly released Helga’s chin. It was too close for comfort.

She gazed at Helga with a sinister smile, realizing how easily she could scare her. Freya was a legal citizen, but it seemed Helga had an exaggerated view of the power of aristocrats and believed anything she said.

Freya got up and walked toward the door. When she reached the door, she opened it swiftly, coming face- to-face with a young female reporter, who immediately turned to run.

Freya grabbed the back of the reporter’s collar in time and took a gander at her intern badge. She smirked. in response.

reporter stammered, “Miss

probation.” Freya smiled. “I won’t take your phone, but you need to give me a

commotion from outside

noticed you were watching me and Helga in

was the villain. Coupled with her admiration for Freya, the young reporter agreed readily. “It’s cool. I’ll give you my phone. You can return it to me once you’re done with it!” Freya took the

had known all along that someone was recording outside, so when she intimidated Helga, she adjusted the volume, ensuring it wouldn’t be captured in the recording. But if the volume was amplified a hundredfold, it

sharing the recording. Freya trimmed the section where she had threatened Helga and

a moment. “Which media

“Unity Media.”

you interested in joining

than the company the reporter was currently interning with. Besides, her idols, Aya

the reporter’s silence, Freya added, “You can also consider

to join Summerzone Entertainment!” The young reporter cagerly

about returning to Unity anymore. I

into the room only to meet Helga’s resentful gaze, startling her. She finally realized why Freya offered her a spot in Summerzone Entertainment. She was looking out for a nobody

phone in her hands, was moved to tears.

final suggestion, “Since it’s a scoop you discovered on your own, you should be the

took a copy from the reporter, just as a precaution.

left with the young reporter.

for a while, struggling to get up. But Freya’s slaps had been numerous and forceful, making her head spin, and she

“M-Mr. Donnelly!”

hall, Freya saw Radley, who had been waiting on the side. She greeted him with a smile

of a smile in his eyes, Radley

Darrin and

Mr. Monaghan? There’s still a while before the banquet ends,” Darrin said, glancing at Freya a few

though her posterior wasn’t as ample as he liked. He preferred someone with a figure like the Kardashians. That said, her facial features were to his liking. Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford to provoke the Kaufmann and Monaghan families. But if someday he could