Unexpected Guests
Chapter 326 Unexpected Guests
“Hello, anything?”
Anna hadn’t expected this. When she first entered, Freya’s face was hidden behind the laptop screen. Now, standing before her was a woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a fairy tale–fingers dancing across the keyboard, backlit by the floor–to–ceiling windows, her striking features softened by a gentle demeanor.
The sight instantly cooled Anna’s simmering mix of resentment and insecurity.
It was obvious. This level of beauty was beyond comparison. If Louis had fallen for someone like this… well, it made far more sense than him ever noticing me.
All my rationalizations–that I could support him professionally, that I understood him better- crumbled. The truth is, I barely know Louis. We exchanged maybe five words a month. What right do I have to fancy myself a contender?
“I’m the department head,” Anna said, slipping into her polished client–service tone. Just checking if you need anything. Those assistants are new–let me know if they’ve been inadequate.
“No, they’ve been wonderful,” Freya replied earnestly. “The two of them did well. I’ll speak up if I need anything.”
Anna nodded and retreated, her mind in turmoil.
Back in the break room, the female assistant took one look at Anna’s expression and couldn’t resist. “So? Isn’t Mrs. Graham stunning? Mr. Graham could stand next to any woman and outshine them, but with her? They’re like something out of a romance novel.”
“Just… keep an eye on her. I still have something to do.” Anna muttered before escaping to her office.
There, she heard for a moment, then she grabbed her phone and fired off a text.
I might have lost, but that didn’t mean Freya had won. Beauty alone didn’t make someone worthy of Louis.
Brava, oblivious, continu
later.
typing happily until another knock interrupted fifteen minutes
“Come in,” she called absently, assuming it was the assistants again, thinking that the
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assistants here were really responsible.
Instead, a woman in a white trench coat strolled in–corporate but casual, her waves of hair perfectly styled.
Before she could speak, Freya smiled. “Really, I’m fine. You often.”
An’t need to check on me so
“Wow, acting like royalty already?” The woman’s tone dripped venom as she circled the desk. “Grace Marshall. My father owns the majority stake here.”
“Ms. Grace.” Freya acknowledged politely, though bewildered.
“I’ve heard all about you,” Grace sneered, crossing her arms. “The charity case who clung to Louis during his business crisis. Got yourself a ‘loyal wife‘ reputation for doing nothing but shopping. Tell me–do you actually think he loves you? Or are you just banking on his pity?”
Freya knew that this girl might as well had feelings towards Louis, but she felt no anger, only amusement. “And your point is?”
“Let me be blunt–you should know your place. With no skills or assets to your name, the decent thing would be to walk away now while Louis is still willing to compensate you.” Grace crossed her arms, her manicured nails tapping against her designer sleeve. “Surely you don’t actually believe he loves you? You’re either his charity case or temporary entertainment. Do yourself a favor and leave with some dignity before he tires of this arrangement.”
