Chapter 275 What Kind of Mayhem Is at This Table?!
The closing ceremony had an emcee to announce the proceedings. Thanks to the collaborative effort of the Kaufmann Group and the Monaghan Group, many residents of West Geft had not spent a dime. Both the interior and exterior of the houses had been renovated.
There were even cases where people found their houses demolished, only to return and discover them rebuilt as new structures. Dangerous buildings had been replaced with new ones.
Several representatives recommended by the citizens were present to present flowers and banners as a gesture of gratitude.
As the project leader for the Kaufmann Group, Freya sat in the front row.
Radley represented the Monaghan Group and was seated next to Freya..
On Freya’s other side was her companion for the event, Matthew.
Freya felt a little uneasy while Radley’s gaze was profound. Only Matthew, who had nothing to do with the project, sporadically clapped and smiled.
During the speeches on stage, Matthew leaned close to Freya and whispered, “I think enacting our little charade for real wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Freya secretly reached out and pinched Matthew’s body that had leaned over.
Their little interaction hadn’t escaped Radley’s eyes, and he shot Matthew an icy gander.
“Frey, focus.” Radley’s voice sounded beside her, causing Freya’s heart to skip a beat.
She pursed her lips and said, “You should call me Freya from now on.”
After all, they had officially broken up, and such an intimate address was no longer suitable for them.
After the ceremony, Freya fulfilled her promise of attending the closing banquet. She had booked a large hotel nearby in West Geft and had Ayden prepare numerous gifts to be distributed to the staff as a reward for their hard work during these days.
At times like these, Freya was definitely going to attend.
After arriving at the hotel, Freya, Radley, and Matthew were once again assigned to the same private
room.
Across from them sat four executives from the two companies.
The atmosphere at the table was peculiar, but only Matthew Hood seemed unfazed. He served Freya food affectionately. “Would you like some shrimp, Frey? Shall I peel one for you?”
-Freya pursed her lips. She had initially only intended to get a picture with Matthew, but who’d have
thought she’d end up with the real deal, who was a skilled actor at that.
The four executives in the room were feeling somewhat flustered as well.
Having attained executive positions, they had a keen sense of observation. Working in West Geft and having observed Radley’s interest in Freya, they couldn’t help but wonder what was happening at this
table.
What kind of mayhem was at this table?!
Silence filled the table. No one drank, and everyone ate their food quietly.
No one dared gossip about their bosses.
After dinner, the three of them left the hotel.
Outside, Radley walked up to Freya. “Frey, let me take you home.”
A sapphire blue sports car approached from a distance and stopped next to Freya.
Matthew flashed a playful smile. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Monaghan. I’ll personally take my girlfriend home.
Radley’s gaze turned enigmatic, and he gritted his teeth.
“Thank you for your kind offer, but it’s not necessary.” Freya looked at Radley, expressed her distant gratitude, and then got into Matthew’s car.
Watching the sapphire blue sports car recede into the distance, Radley stood still. The suppressed anger he had held in front of Freya finally erupted. He slammed his hand forcefully onto the side of the car, creating an instant dent in the bodywork.
The car window on the passenger side lowered, and Connor weakly spoke, “Mr. Monaghan…”
Radley’s expression remained unchanged as he opened the back door and got into the car.
On the day of their breakup, he had promised Freya that he wouldn’t go after Matthew. However, refraining from going after him didn’t mean he couldn’t find other ways to make Matthew, this opportunist, disappear from Freya’s sight for a while.
The West Geft reconstruction project had concluded, and both the news and official statements praised the collaboration between the Monaghan Group and the Kaufmann Group. Their wording was full of admiration.
The aerial shots of the newly transformed West Geft landscape were trending after being posted online. This reconstruction effort had been the culmination of Radley and Freya’s hard work.
The stunning architecture and diverse scenery dazzled netizens, with many joking that they wanted to settle in West Geft.
Some sharp–eyed individuals spotted Freya sitting in the front row during the closing ceremony’s news
coverage.
Netizen A posted an image with the caption, ‘Is this DiligentFrey?‘
The comment thread quickly soared to the top, with discussions running high.
The online community was buzzing with excitement.
Due to her past work as a mortician and the acknowledgment from the Iternian royal family and embassy, as well as her popular live–streaming account ‘Diligent Frey,‘ Freya amassed more followers on social media than some minor celebrities.
Netizen B said, ‘DiligentFrey majored in forensic science in college, became a mortician after graduating,
a makeup enthusiast, and one of Caltun’s top ten philanthropists. I used to think she’s just a rich girl who doesn’t take anything seriously, but it turns out she’s quite industrious too!‘
Netizen C commented, ‘People’s lives are varied. Can someone tell me which door God has closed for Freya?‘
Netizen D replied, ‘He closed the door you’re in.’
Amidst the discussions, Freya herself was tucked away at home, peacefully embracing a life of seclusion.
The West Geft reconstruction project had become her responsibility when Braxton was injured. She had reluctantly continued to oversee it, even though she had never been an industrious person.
At the Kaufmann Group, Freya cuddled her baby on the sofa while munching on potato chips.
Sylvia turned her head and glanced at Freya. “If you’re so free, you can go out for a stroll, pamper yourself with a beauty treatment, or maybe go on a date.”
Freya held the baby close. “I want to stay home and keep you company.”
Sylvia sneered. “Do you think I can’t see through you? You’re just lazy.”
Freya smiled embarrassingly. She wasn’t really lazy. She just intended to find time to investigate the group behind the Compendium of Medical Wisdom. That had been a nagging concern for her.
They were responsible for her brother’s leg injury and two separate car accidents. Freya held grudges, and she was determined to expose the mastermind behind these incidents.
At the Kaufmann Group, a senior executive had just finished reporting his work and was personally escorted out by Jamie.
“It’s great that Mr. Kaufmann is back. Miss Kaufmann was quite intimidating when she managed the company. At such a young age, she exudes more authority than her brother,” the executive sighed.
Jamie smiled and recalled Freya’s striking face, refraining from commenting.
“Mr. Fraser, I heard that Mr. Kaufmann has started transferring some of Mr. Carr’s responsibilities to you. Looks like you’re becoming Mr. Kaufmann’s right–hand man. A promising future awaits.”
“No, I have to thank Mr. Carr for teaching me well, and also you big leaders for not being pretentious. That’s why I can handle Mr. Kaufmann’s tasks so smoothly.” Jamie’s smile became more refined. “I’ll have to invite you for a meal sometime. Please honor me with your presence.”
The executive felt genuinely flattered by Jamie’s words. “Sure thing, Mr. Eraser. If you’re treating, I’ll definitely be there.”
As the elevator doors closed, Jamie’s formal smile gradually faded.
He subtly quirked a brow and sighed softly. What a bore.
