335. Arrested

…

At GreyHills City.

Lounging on a recliner chair across the swimming pool, Steve had a tablet in his hands, scrolling through the news channel.

Freya sat on the chair beside him, pouring him a glass of juice.

A chuckle suddenly tore from his throat. “What a bunch of fools,” he murmured sarcastically. “Do they think the MXG Group will save them from my wrath?”

Freya dropped the juice bottle. “The MXG Group?”

“Look what your family is up to.” Steve waved the tablet's screen in her face. “They want a marriage alliance with Killian Jonas. They're too dumb to realize that it won't change anything.”

Faking an astonished look, Freya dropped the glass and it shattered on the ground. “M-Marriage?”

Steve frowned. “What's wrong with you?”

She sighed. “Nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you concerned about the wedding or the AG Group's fate?”

“None.” She shook her head, putting on an impassive look. “I'm concerned about neither. Steve Anderson, remember the AG Group is our enemy.”

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