Chapter 55

Spotting Farrell instead of the usual driver, Freyn asked, “Isn’t it Entor’s shift today?”

“Eaton’s under the weather, so I’m covering for him,” Farrell replied with a smile, then asked, “Ms. Dawson, ready to head home now?”

“Yeah,” Freya said, settling into her seat. “Let’s roll.”

“Okay,” Farrell said, driving off. Feeling a bit weary, Freya leaned against the car window.

With the air conditioning on, the car was a sealed space. Soon, Freya felt claustrophobic and said, “Farrell, could you crack a window? I’m feeling dizzy.”

“Ms. Dawson, we’ll be there shortly. Please hang in there,” Fonoll replied.

But Freya’s nausea only worsened, and when she tried to roll down the window, she realized it was locked. And mysteriously, Farrell, who was driving, was wearing a mask.

Something was off. Was this… drugging?

“Ms. Dawson, I’m just following orders. I’m sorry…”

Before passing out, Freya could barely make out Farrell’s voice fading in and out.

Meanwhile, at Eclipse Lounge, Hanley punched the air in excitement as he spoke on the phone. “Really? Fantastic! Bring her to the hotel and keep it hush-hushi!”

He had been eyeing Freya for a long time. Previously, since Freya was betrothed to someone from the Sutton Group, he hadn’t dared to make a move. But things were different. After getting a hint from Silas that Kieran might be loosening his grip, what was there to fear?

“Extend my thanks to Mrs. Dawson. She won’t be disappointed!” After saying that, Hanley ended the call, eagerly anticipating the night’s indulgences.

Shortly after, Ronan stepped out of the private room, ready to leave, but he paused when he overheard a group of young elites discussing sordid matters.

“Did Hanley snatch Freya? That’s bold!”

“What’s there to fear? Didn’t you see how Freya crossed Mr. Sutton today? Maybe Mr. Sutton’s even glad Hanley’s doing his dirty work!”

Upon hearing that, Ronan frowned and asked coldly, “What were you just talking about?”

“Mr. Beckett?” The group tensed up upon realizing who had approached.

Meanwhile, Eloise’s birthday party was buzzing with excitement, but Kieran was just half-heartedly sipping his drink.

“Do you… have feelings for Freya?” Eloise asked Kieran, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“How could I?” Kieran replied, downing his drink with a hint of annoyance. “Don’t overthink it.”

Eloise bit her lip. “It seems Mr. Beckett genuinely cares for Freya. Maybe you should call off the engagement with the Dawson family.”

Visibly irritated, Kieran adjusted his tie and said, “Stop bringing up Freya.”

Just then, the door to the private room was kicked open. Kieran frowned, only to see Ronan throwing two people into Kieran’s private room.

Seeing the commotion, Silas asked, “Ronan, what are you up to?”