Chapter 317

Mrs. Simmons had a soft spot for Kara, but none of her fondness remained. Kara bit her lip in frustration while watching Mrs. Simmons leave in the elevator. Freya had broken off her engagement with Kieran, so why were people still siding with her? It was downright unfair!

The following morning, gossip that Freya was a wealthy heiress spread throughout the neighborhood, turning her into a hot topic of conversation over coffee and pancakes. Everyone was curious to see what this rumored heiress looked like.

So, when Freya stepped out, she noticed countless curious stares. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Freya called Ronan. “Were you serious about finding me a place to stay last night?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve found something. I was just about to call you.”

“Great. I want to move out immediately.”

“That urgent? Who’s got you upset?” Ronan could instantly tell something was off with Freya’s mood. She didn’t like being the center of attention, scrutinized by prying eyes.

“Yeah! Exactly!”

“All you need to do is stay put, or I can send someone to pack everything you need.” With that, Ronan hung up.

Freya was waiting at the entrance of the apartment, and soon enough, Ronan pulled up in his car. A few bodyguards in sleek suits stepped out, greeting Freya respectfully. “Ms. Dawson.”

“My stuff is upstairs.”

“Just a moment, please.” Without further ado, six bodyguards went up to pack Freya’s belongings.

Skeptical about Freya being an heiress, the neighbors were stunned by the scene unfolding before them. They had never witnessed such a spectacle! Freya casually browsed her phone in the park while the bodyguards efficiently packed her things. Soon after, they loaded everything into the car and approached Freya, saying, “Ms. Dawson, we’ve gathered all your belongings. Mr. Beckett has arranged for another car to take you…”

“Okay,” Freya got up to leave.

Many residents had snooped around for details, and upon learning Freya was leaving due to the previous night’s incident, they felt a sense of loss. It had been their first encounter with a true socialite! They wondered who had spread those rumors about Freya. When the rich heiress moved out of the neighborhood, everyone was bummed about missing out on future chances to rub elbows with the wealthy.

“I remember someone pretty claiming she was a hooker,”

“A pretty girl in our apartment building? Only Ms. Dawson fits that bill.”

“What about that girl claiming to be Ms. Dawson’s cousin? What was her name?”

“You mean Kara?”

When overhearing this as she approached, Mrs. Simmons was shocked. Just last night, Kara was speaking up for Freya. Realizing this little schemer was the cause of her trouble, Mrs. Simmons stormed upstairs, fuming with rage.

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