No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Now, You’re Bossy
When the manager learned that Freya wanted to come back to work, he was very pleased. “That’s great! We’re currently in need of people, and as you know, people would rarely apply for this job.”
Freya was also delighted. “Can I start work soon?”
“Of course, I’m just worried that some might gossip…”
“I’m not afraid.”
She had already listened to all of that along the way here and believed that with her capabilities, any gossip would soon go away.
So, Freya filled out some forms for her new job on the spot.
The manager assigned her a new office, and she spent the whole afternoon unpacking her belongings. When she walked back to the office, carrying a pile of books, she saw the certificates of appreciation and photos hanging on the wall.
And she was on one of them.
Looking up at the photo of her younger self, which appeared somewhat babyish, she couldn’t help but smile. Even though she had not worked in the past two years, she believed she could nail her job.
By the time she finished unpacking, it was already getting dark outside.
She stretched lazily, feeling a bit weary, and picked up her blazer that was hanging by the side. She draped it over her arm and leisurely made her way out.
There was a low-key black Bugatti parked on the side of the road. Freya took a casual glance at it and then looked away. Suddenly, someone called respectfully, “Madam.”
There was no one around, so the word “Madam” could only be directed at her.
Furrowing her brows, she noticed a man with glasses smiling at her. “Madam, Mr. Monaghan is looking for you. He wants you to go back to the family’s house with him tonight.”

The car window was slowly rolled down, and Radley’s flawless profile appeared in Freya’s sight.
His gaze was icy, and he stared at her as if he wasn’t asking her to do him a favor.
Hence, Freya felt a little mischievous. She smirked and spoke firmly, “First of all, don’t call me ‘Madam.’ Secondly, if Mr. Monaghan has something to say, he can get out of the car and tell me himself.”
The assistant was in a dilemma and was about to turn around to say something to Radley when the latter opened the car door and got out.
“Now, you’re bossy.” Radley lowered his gaze and looked at her.
With her eyebrows raised, Freya gave him a look and was about to reply, but he continued, “I’m not asking the favor for myself. Grandma wants to see you.”
Noticing Freya’s confusion, he added, “Grandma is getting old, so I haven’t told her that we got divorced. And she likes you a lot.”
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One of Freya’s great virtue was that she was very filial, especially to the elders.
And even more to those who liked her.
Perhaps Radley had figured that out because he had a confident look as if he was sure she would agree.
Although she felt a little disgruntled, she would never let herself be at a disadvantage.
“Sure, I’ll come.” Freya crossed her arms and slightly lifted her chin. “Tell your assistant to drive my car back, or I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”
Radley narrowed his eyes at her words.
If his assistant drove her car, then he would have to drive himself.
Was she asking him to be her driver?
Tsk, she had planned it well.
At the same time, Freya stared back at him.
She bet that he would have to agree.
As expected, Radley lifted his chin to motion his assistant.
Smirking, Freya fished out her car key and threw it into the assistant’s arms. “It’s a white Land Rover, thanks.”
Then, she opened the back door of the Bugatti, bent slightly, and got in.
The assistant held the key in hand and hesitated. “Mr. Monaghan…”
With a poker face, Radley ordered flatly, “Do what she said.”
At this moment, Freya poked her head out of the window and gave the assistant an address.
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