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    “Why not give her a ring?” Ellis said, his tone casual but firm. “Whatever she imster, I’m sure this is their little scheme. You’d be wise to steer clear,” Freya gave a quiet hum of agreement, her voice warm.


    With a swift motion, Ellis slipped his hand into his pocket and cut the call, his face unreadable.


    Once upon a time, Freya’s sharp mind would’ve caught this trick in a heartbeat. But pregnancy had softened her focus, slowing her quick wit just a touch. Still, she outshone most with her cleverness.


    Freya tapped Greta’s number, her resolve steady.


    Greta, muttering about Ellis’s sly tricks, answered the call, her tone a mix of irritation and amusement.


    Freya asked, her voice clear, “When are you slipping away? I’ll have your back.” Ellis’s brow furrowed, puzzled by her words.


    Greta’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the boldness.


    Freya stole a nce at the man beside her, nerves fluttering in her chest. “I’ll make sure no one—not even Ellis—knows where you are,” she promised, her voice steady.


    “Seriously?” Greta’s curiosity sparked, her tone lifting. She hadn’t seen thising. Freya was ready to go toe-to-toe with Ellis for her sake, and it warmed her heart.


    “Absolutely,” Freya said, her voice brimming with sincerity.


    Ellis tilted his head, studying Freya, suddenly unsure of what might happen next. His eyes softened with curiosity.


    “Nah, forget it,” Greta said, a yful grin in her voice, her teasing side content. She’d only been kidding earlier, craving a short break from the chaos. But then she thought of Freya’s thoroughness. If Freya hid her tracks, no one—not even the sharpest hounds—could sniff her out.


    “Why back out?” Freya asked, her brow creasing in confusion.


    A sudden thought struck her. Was Greta scared of crossing Ellis?


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    “If you erase every trace of me, the thrill of the game will be gone,” Greta exined, picturing the frustrated face of her pursuer when he nearly nabbed her. A sly smile curved her lips. “Look after yourself and that little one. I’ll swing by once the baby’s here.”


    With Ellis by Freya’s side, Greta had no worries. She knew he’d make sure Freya had everything she needed.


    “Is someone threatening you?” Freya pressed, concerncing her voice.


    “Who could threaten me?” Greta scoffed. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a pack of bodyguards closing in. “Gotta run—Noel ke’s crew is on my tail,” she said, hanging up and darting into the shadows.<fn54b3> ?????? ???? f?ndnovel</fn54b3>


    Freya blinked, still processing the call. Had Greta called it a game? The word lingered in her mind. “Is chasing and running that fun?” Freya wondered aloud, never having yed such a game herself.


    “Maybe it’s their own kind of fun,” Ellis said, trying to nudge her away from the idea. “But for others, it could be a nightmare.”


    Freya’s mind spun, unable to grasp it. How could something be thrilling and terrifying all at once?


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